Secret intimacies

**Secret intimacies

During stormy nights.**

-Spike-

Thunder makes the earth beneath my feet shake while rain pours from above like there’s no tomorrow. The ponies of Ponyville are all inside their houses, each one of them with their families, maybe getting closer to the fireplace or perhaps already inside their warm beds, being lullabied by the water droplets crashing constantly against the windows.

Lightning paints itself across the canvas of the dark sky as a crooked white line only to disappear the second afterwards. Once again, thunder follows.

The place I’m trying to reach in this merciless weather is as clearly set in my head as a name that was written on paper, but quickly erased, leaving behind marks on the white sheet and a blur of color.

I can’t think straight when there’s a storm…

It becomes worse when I don’t know my destination.

Last time there was a storm like this I was in Canterlot on royal business.

Back then I woke up in the princess’ room in a mountain of rubble and pieces of furniture that had been blasted in what seemed to be an act of sheer violence. There was a mark of a hoof burning on my left cheek and my chest scales tickled in a particular way, the same way they do, when they’ve been exposed to magic.

If I remember correctly, the princess’ face was red as a tomato, surely because she was angry for whatever I had done. She hid herself behind her bed sheets and screamed at me with a voice I had never heard before coming from her.

“GET OUT!”

Just the memory of it turns my knees into jelly, yet at the same time, makes my chest burn in a weird anticipation, I truly never understood.

Puberty…

I guess I could blame all this on that. The age doesn’t match though…at least not for a dragon.

My body temperature goes even further down thanks to the long exposure to the cold wind and rain. I can see the puffs of my breath in the air become whiter, more defined, as if I were a mist factory. My breath is heavy and I pant constantly. There’s no pain, but I ache for relief.

This time it is Twilight who is away on royal business. I’d have accompanied her, but she’s also supposed to spend a few days with her parents in Canterlot, something they asked for. It has been months since she last saw them and had enough time to actually talk to them. I never got along with them. No, wait. I guess at some point I did…when I was a lot younger than what I am right now, a hatchling even, but nowadays, they can’t stand me. They frown at my sight or talk behind my back, shooting daggers at me whenever I’m too close to them or Twilight. Of course they make sure their daughter doesn’t notice it, otherwise they wouldn’t hear the end of it.

Continuing my walk I accidentally crash my tail against an unlucky mail box. The poor thing breaks like a twig and falls to the ground with a deafening metallic sound. The water droplets assault the fallen creating noise as charming as a little foal playing drums with their mother’s pots. I should be glad though. I can’t even fathom what I’d have done if I had hit a pony. I can already picture its lifeless body on the ground with its neck twisted in a way it was never meant to by nature, or with its ribs broken, screaming with punctured lungs that a grown dragon was roaming the streets of the usually….well, relatively peaceful town.

…

Such a weird thought, killing a pony by accident…but as I mentioned before, I am not myself when there’s a storm.

Small ponds shaped like my claws are left behind in the mud of the road, together with the trail left by my tail dragging itself along behind me. I get dirty more quickly than the rain can wash it away. That’s about to change though. As if the heavens had been split open, and as if they had been always a dam above our heads, water pours apparently endlessly and becomes a watery curtain that even I can’t see through.

All out of the sudden I can see or hear no more besides the water falling and in my head a fear begins to form, something other ponies would have labeled as silly, but which for me was a very serious matter.

“I’m all alone.”

I pick up  the pace of my walk caring less if anypony gets scared by the small earthquakes caused

To roam aimlessly is no longer an option. Something will go away, leaving me behind.

“Home…”

I no longer think the words. They begin to escape my lips, now perfectly audible for others.

Continuing my search for that I can’t place or remember, I finally see a yellowish light from one of the ones I assumed were the houses I was surrounded by before I couldn’t distinguish the world around me anymore.

Behind the glass I see the shape of a pony with something I will describe as a puffy mane. I can’t see it very well, can’t say if it is a male or female, nor can I tell what it’s saying while it stares a monster in the eye.  There’s some reaction when its eyes adjust to the darkness and recognizes more than a gargantuan shape outside its house, but thunder and lightning interrupt before I can make out what it is.

Blinding and deafening are the best adjectives to describe the last spectacle displayed in the heavens.  It takes a few seconds for my eyesight to come back and even longer for my ears to catch again the tune of the rain. I don’t go back to my normal self though. For a split second there was something more there, something brought by the roar of thunder and the lights…

They presented me with an illusion that feels like more than that.

Even though they weren’t there, I “saw” two ponies, one besides the other towering above me, staring down at me. I didn’t distinguish much, but I “knew” they are male and female…a couple.

The thought leaves my head before it can become any clearer and I’m left pondering about nothing in the cold.

My eyes wander across the dark canvas looking for the next bolt, yet they find nothing.

In panic I run, my sight nailed to the heights. I only take it away for a second when I hear the sound of wood being crushed under extreme weight.

The victim this time was a food stand. Its owner had been surely chased away by the weather this morning. Reassured that I hadn’t damaged anything too valuable, I kept running.

The search was worth it. Another bolt finally strikes again. I make sure to give it all of my attention, so that it can scramble my brain once more.

For a second time the shapes appear. This time I can tell they are furious. They’re yelling to the top of their lungs. They seenm to do nothing else besides that. I lose my interest rather quickly for I thought the hallucination would give me a hint to where I should be heading at. I’m about to turn around when a third shape appears in the middle of the two and my heart skips a beat.

The third pony is small with a rather long straight mane and a tiny horn coming out of her forehead.

Once the show is over and I am transported again to the real world, I understand why loneliness was something I was so afraid of.

Is one born alone and cares not to surround oneself with others, why should be loneliness something to be afraid of?

How can one miss what have never possessed?

I'm surely not like those, I surely can be afraid of it, for I’ve never been alone. From the moment I was born I was given the prettiest jewel, prettier even than amethyst, ruby or emerald, warmer and softer to the touch too.

Its company is everything to me.  We complement each other like two pieces of the same pendant.

I wasn’t to claim it for myself though….even if the jewel in question wanted to be claimed by me.

It didn’t take longer than an instant for the next strike of lightning to appear behind me. Quickly I turned my head towards it, but it was too late. Who is to best lightning in its own game?

I can only catch a glimpse of the three shadows before they vanish. On the spot of the third one, the place my jewel was located, I see golden light stream down from a second floor window.

The window belongs to a building shaped like a carrousel. It’s my new goal. There I’ll surely find my jewel.

I knock at the structure with more force I would have intended to under other circumstances.

The door shakes and the wood groans in pain at the sudden impact, but it does not give in. A voice complains from the inside for the noise.

I knock a second time and I sense the voice owner come down as it comes down mumbling.

I continue knocking.

The door opens slightly and lets me see a white muzzle and azure eyes.

“What is it!?”

There’s a mare behind the door. She asks with annoyance in her voice as if interrupted by something very important.

I don’t care to reply and force the door open.

The sudden outburst naturally scares the mare away. She attempts to hurry back upstairs to the safety of her room, but before she can reach the first step of the stairs I grab her and push her against the houses’ wall.

Her cheek is pressed against the wall, while I hold her forelegs up. Her hind legs are slightly spread apart and her tail is trapped against my crotch.

The mare in my grasp squirms trying to regain its freedom, rubbing herself surely unwillingly against me.

She wears an expression of fear as cold sweat runs down her forehead; her white coat is drenched in the sweet smell of lust, her usually stylized mane is a mess of purple threads, giving her a wild and temping look, which is accentuated even more by her attire: Black see-through socks made of the finest silk with a beautiful garter belt of the same color, contrasting amazingly against the her alabaster fur and complementing the blue of her cutie mark.

The mare in my grasp starts to blush; over-conscious about her position and surely as a result of her rubbing herself against me.

I run the tip of my claws over her socks and circle in a playful manner around her cutie mark. She  shudders to my touch, but her skin gets warmer, an abrupt contrast against the temperature of my scales.

I can’t help it but smile for I’ve finally found that I thought was forever missing.

“I’ve missed you. You can’t fathom how much.  I’ve longed for you for so many days I can’t tell anymore. I’ve craved to hold you in my arms as more than a friend and awake on the same bed as you do. You’re mine now and forever, your mind, body, yourself.”

Surprised by my words she seeks her reflection in my eyes. Her mouth is slightly open and her eyes wide as plates, while her heart beats like a drum inside her pony chest.  It takes her a while to recognize the green of my eyes and understand the shape of the being holding her.

Once more her face turns red, but this time there’s no longer fear, just confusion and astonishment.

“S-Spike!?”

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-Rarity-

I enter the boutique stomping around, quite mad at the lack of a warning from Rainbow dash about the sudden change of the planned weather for the week. Not only wasn’t I able to purchase any groceries, but my dress got completely ruined. The pashmina I was wearing got completely soaked and let’s not even talk about the dress that went with it. Ooowf! I must have looked like a fool, the only pony around wearing sunglasses during the biggest storm of the last decade.

My cheeks turn a bit crimson at the thought of what other ponies might have thought about me at the moment.

I use my magic to take my clothes off and take them to the back of the boutique where I won’t worry about the rain water staining my floor.

Once I am done with that, I go over to my bathroom to dry myself.

On the way there I carefully mop the traces of my hooves on the floor so that it remains impeccable.

“But really, a little heads up would have been nice, Rainbow dash.”

I can’t stop complaining to a friend that can’t hear me. The sudden change of weather took everypony at the market place by surprise. Even poor Applejack had to pack her apples as fast as she could and leave her stand unattended. I’m sure she’ll come back to pick it up later, but who can tell what kind of effects will have the amount of water on the old wooden structure?

I guess, Applejack must talk with Rainbow about some things too.

Finally in my bathroom I’m allowed a breath after all that mopping.  The room is carefully decorated to remain fully functional and still have a Victorian atmosphere. The general idea for this room was “royal bath”, which I must say was achieved perfectly. I painted all the metallic parts of the room golden to provide with a general sense of royalty while I used stylish purple hoof crafted carpets to contrast beautifully with the natural white of the basin, floor tiles and bath tub so that it might have a sense of cleanness and a dazzling finish.

All decorations were carefully positioned to point out or accentuate the bathtub in the middle of the room to give the viewer the uncontrollable need to bath, something I must admit, I was feeling at the moment. Sometimes I frighten myself with how good I’m at designing, so good that I can’t even escape the charm of my own creations.

The thought about a warm shower only floated in my mind for about two seconds before I went on and did it.

It was marvelous, how the water slid down my coat, bringing warmth again to my body. I had not realized how cold I was until then.

I play around under the shower a bit before I am ready to soap myself.

“Mmm…lavender.”

I take a deep breath in to enjoy the sweet aroma, which caused me to giggle at my own silly actions. I remember then I had something even better stored. I wanted to save it for some special occasion, but I guess, the biggest storm of the decade is as special an occasion as any other.

“Sweetie Belle! Oh, Sweetie Belle! Could you be a dear and bring me the golden package in the my closet? You know which one I’m talking about, don’t you?”

I hear no reply.

I pull my head out of the shower thinking that it might be the reason why my little sister didn’t hear me.

“Sweetie Belle? Sweetie Belle do you hear me?”

Still no reply.

“Where could that little filly be now?”

As if making sure that I don’t forget, lightning suddenly strikes on the other side of my window, making me jump so high in the air in surprise that I almost get trapped in my own bath curtain.

I stifle a nervous laugh.

“That’s right…it’s raining.”

I suddenly come to the realization that Sweetie Belle must have also been caught off guard by the weather.

“If I remember correctly she was supposed to be with Scootaloo and Applebloom at Applejack’s farm, trying to obtain her cutie marks again.”

I want to be sure and once more call for my little sister.

“Sweeeeetie belle, are you home?”

Silence is all I hear.

“Well, what do you know? It actually is a special occasion! I have the whole house to myself and I have the free time to enjoy it!”

I quickly jump out of the bath tub and head for my room. Obviously I take the mop with me, but I don’t start cleaning right away. I’d do so on the way back.

Finally with the desired package in my hooves, I enter the shower once more and give myself a very long bath, putting special attention to the parts others don't see, cleaning every nook and cranny with my soap of golden rose.

I ponder for a long time about how I’d spend the afternoon. The thought of hot pasta with a few selected herbs and a delicious sauce turned my mouth into water, but there was none of that in the house.

With anger I remember I don’t have anything in the house to make dinner or breakfast for that matter. The idea was scratched right away.

Reading a book was out of the question. I had been reading the whole week about new designs, dresses from Canterlot and a few novels to draw some inspiration from. I wanted to at least think about something that some way or the another wouldn’t remind me of work.

The refreshing shower was over and I had not thought of any productive way to use my time.

I keep pondering as I dry myself and on the way to my bed room.

My bed groans slightly as I let myself fall heavily on top of it still without any good ideas.

Hoping that a light bulb would go on above my head I inspected my surroundings.

Without achieving much, my eyes wander from my window to my mirror, hovering over a chest, in which I place a few bottles of perfume and other scented articles such as candles, until they finally stop at the sight of the beams on the ceiling of my room.

“Sigh…so much time and nothing to do…”

I am a tad depressed. The soap for special occasion was wasted and the afternoon didn’t show any signals of improving anytime soon. I guessed it’d all end with me wrapped in my pajamas enjoying the bland taste of whatever I might have in the kitchen to still my hunger.

Resigned to just let the time slip by as I try to nap away until the next day, I go down stairs and find a few cucumbers, which I guessed were Sweetie Belle’s. Giving no second thought as to why she had hidden them from my sight, I take those upstairs and eat two, saving the rest for later or even tomorrow if the weather has not changed by then. When I open my closet, a place I intentionally overlooked, I find a piece of black cloth hanging lazily from one of my drawers.

You don’t need to be Twilight to guess what the reason for this was. I could already picture Sweetie Belle sniffling around my things, looking for one dress she could try on. I wouldn’t have guessed she’d go for something so adult though.

What she had tried on was something from my more…mmm…mature works, something I designed thinking about couples that might need to spice up their bed time. The piece in question was a set of black socks made of silk with a very elegant garter belt to go along with it. Few stallions would resist the sight of their special somepony dressed in the daring attire.

I give the clothes a short sniff to see how much use they had seen. To my relief, they still smell clean; though it was obvious they were worn. Sweetie surely put them on and took a look at herself in the mirror quickly realizing they were too big for her.

I can somehow understand why she did it. I don’t have a big sister and mother never wore something I even considered putting on, but I understand quite well that Sweetie looks up to me, so it isn’t that weird that she wants to imitate me by wearing my things.

I do have to share a few words with her about this though. I am not too happy about my things being used without my consent.

With great care I take the clothes out of the drawer using my magic and fold them. The material is softer than I remember it and its touch against my fur is so thrilling I couldn’t resist the urge to rub it gently against my cheek. A light charge of electricity goes up my spine all the way up to my head and at last an idea formed.

With blushed cheeks I look both sides even though I know for a fact that no pony is there to watch or judge me.

“Well….I guess that’s also a productive way to spend one’s time…”

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I slide the socks up my legs, each with a single swift movement as I lie on my back on top of my bed, the garter belt sitting perfectly around my waist.

My reflection in my mirror is something I can’t take my eyes off. As I said before even I can fall victim to the spells of my own creations.

Slowly a story begins to appear in my head like a movie that plays itself against my will. No longer stands before the oval mirror in my room Rarity, the fashionista. Instead there’s an unfortunate mare, belied by the one she thought loved her and brought into a world of drugs and abuse in the harsh streets of Manehattan, earning her daily dosis by dancing in low strip clubs in the ugly part of downtown, providing the wealthier customers with more than a short preview of her body.

The crowd roars when I go on stage. The spotlight follows my every step, every circle I do around the pole, before the clothes begin to fly away.

I make sure to keep it sensual to heat up my audience, giving the lucky ponies that catch one of my clothes a meaningful smile to keep them involved in my show.

When I come down to the last piece of cloth left on me, for some reason the crowd begins to chant the same request: “Take it all, take it all!”

I’d have stopped right there, but the boss gives me a sign and climbs onto the stage too.

“Well, well, you know the rules here, guys. “

The audience replies angry. They want to see it all and I’m sure…they want more than that.

I no longer have a saying in this. The dancing is long over and the sale has just begun.

The bidding starts with ten bits. I’m quite offended by the amount.

“Twenty bits if she takes it off and I can keep it!”

I refrain from looking at the stallion with disgust.

“Stallions always the same beasts.”

A mare from the audience scolds the last bidder. Everypony including myself are surprised. It isn’t often that there’s a mare enjoying the show. She gives me a meaningful smile and I blush. None of my customers so far have been mares, but I can’t say I wouldn’t give it a try.

The mare says seventy bits and takes another gulp from her glass.

Quickly the amount becomes larger and larger, the customers that usually try to spent their money wisely throughout the night are dead set on giving it all away for getting a better view, some of them even suggesting even a touch.

Finally a white stallion speaks up. “One thousand bits for the piece of clothing!” My boss, who used to be my lover, let’s the mike fall, a surprised smile is plastered upon his face. The stallion continues talking “And four thousand more if I am satisfied.”

It’s now me whose eyes are wide like plates.

Five thousand in one night, no, in a single transaction.

I’ve been done so much more for so much less. It must be illegal to get that much money for what I’ve come to think as little. I grab my last piece of cloth tightly. I don’t want it to slid down even an inch without my consent, I don’t want to spoil the sale.

I make my way towards my number one customer to the date. I smile at him like a demon that plays, assuring him that his purchase won’t be a waste, that I’m completely worth those four thousands and that if I’m not, I’ll do whatever to make up for the rest.

Abruptly I hear another voice call from a dark corner of the establishment, a last second bidder. The most handsome I’ve seen if I ever saw any.

“Six thousand! If she keeps the clothes on and she goes back to her room.”

The room fell in silence. A few ponies were like “Whaaaa?”

My boss quickly picks up the mike and tries to provoke others into raising the offers, but now it’s pretty clear the thing is between those two, the white stallion and the last second bidder.

“Six thousand, do you want them or not?”

The count begins. “One…”

The crowd boos disappointed.

“Two…”

The white stallion approaches the other. He’s clearly angry.

“Hey, what do you think you’re doing!?”

“If you don’t like it, raise the offer.”

“As if would give that much money for spoiled goods!”

“Three!”

There’s a sound of hooves breaking bones. Nopony knows how it happened, but everypony sees the white stallion fly across the room unconscious.

The last second bidder approaches my boss with two bags full of what I assume are bits.

“Here.  My one thousand bits and his five thousand to make six.”

He turns his head to me. His expression is angry and full of what I think is contempt.

“Go to your room now, little filly.”

Nobody contradicts him, me included. Though once I’m far away enough I mumble between my teeth.

“Jerk!”

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I hear the knocking on my door, a particular tune my boss uses to let me know it’s him.

I’m still mad at the last words of the bidder. So I open the door violently and scream at the pony on the other side. It wasn’t my boss though. It was the bidder.

I understand now why it called me kid. He’s at least six inches bigger than I am, not only in height, but his frame is backed up by hardened muscle.

“W-what are you doing here? What do you want!?”

I use all the courage I’ve at my disposal to yell at the stallion on my door, but he doesn’t even flinch. He just looks like before, full of contempt, as if disapproving my very being.

“I’m going to scream.” I don’t know why I said that. Must have been a reflex. “Lucky! Lucky! Get this guy out of here!”

I call for my boss, but he doesn’t appear.

“Lucky? Do you mean him? The irony!”

He moves away and lets me see a beaten pony I can barely recognize as Lucky, the one that once said that loved me. His blue coat is now red and he’s missing a few teeth, not to mention that both his eyes are black and a cigar seems to have been put out on his forehead.

I couldn’t care less about him. Serves him right for all he has done. But now I’m afraid for what’s about to happen.

The stallion suddenly comes closer. I step back, but I’m too slow.

His lips lock themselves with mine in a forced kiss I try to pull myself from in vain.

The kiss is long lasting and quite invasive. If I try to pull back, he pushes forward. If I attempt to turn my head away, he uses his hooves to bring my face back to its right place with the right amount of forcefulness. I kick and hit with all the strength I have, but there’s no reaction. Instead he giggles as he kisses, amused by my petty attempts of resistance.  He finishes after a while and let go of me.

I breathe in deeply trying to get back some air in my lungs. My head is spinning and my face burns. I hate that he kissed me. I hate it, I totally do. But I’ve got to admit he’s a great kisser. Ashamed by the fact that deep down my body didn’t reject him, I try to slap him. It hurts me more than him.

My hoof is stopped by his face without even managing a change in his expression.

He smiles. “Is that all?”

I slap him with my other hoof, but the result is the same.

He grabs both my hooves with his and places them above my head, leaving me defenseless. I have no chance of resisting. He’s just too strong.

His muzzle slides down my neck slowly and gently. My skin begins to warm up on every spot he’s passed by. I close my eyes and wiggle my hips in response to the ticklish sensation of his tongue or the soft nabs of his teeth on my skin.

“N-no...s-stop it…”

My eyes begin to tear up.

One of his hooves lets go of me, but the other is enough to keep me trapped.

“What? Did you think I’d let go after doing this much, little filly?”

His free hoof begins to gently rub my legs, making its way up to my cutie mark.

It feels good, incredibly good. I try to keep my act, but now it should look half-assed at best.

There’s another sudden kiss.

“N-nommmnnnn.”

A short moan escapes my lips.

I can sense his hoof going lower as the kiss progresses. My body starts to warm up in anticipation.

Soon he’ll be there…

I clench my hind legs tight together to stop him. He doesn’t press any further.  Those aren’t any good news though. With a masterful skill he plays with my nipples , circling around them and giving them light flicks.

He finally pushes away and I’m allowed to catch my breath again. A thin thread of saliva still unites us. My face burns in anger and embarrassment, while my head spins in pleasure and my body longs for more.

As if reading my reactions like an open book, the stallion speaks softly in my ear as it nibbles a bit on it too.

“You want more, don’t you, little filly?”

I can no longer think clearly, but as if programmed to do so, I try to resist one more time, to deny my urges for the sake of my pride.

“N…no…I don’t want this….stop.”

The smile on his face disappears; his place being taken by a slight frown.

“Hmm…looks like you need to learn to be more honest with yourself.”

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I throw myself dramatically against my bed. The scene asks for some roughness, so I provide it.

I must be honest. I like where this fantasy is going. My imaginary lover isn’t bad designed either. As a mare that’s usually pampered by almost every stallion, be it with words, presents or actions, I like to see from time to time a stallion that’s a bit more direct with his intentions. This one is a bit too rough…but there’s nothing wrong with that. Actually, it’s kind of enjoyable to be taken like this.

The position is really naughty. My tail lay on my back, leaving my bottom exposed, giving my invisible abuser a nice look of my ass and slit, while my upper body rests partially on top of my bed with my arms stretched.

I turn my head towards my mirror to have a nice look of my slutty self.  I can see myself smiling and with bit of effort on my throat, I manage to do a convincing male voice.

“Are you ready?”

The Rarity in the mirror looks malicious and perverted. There’s a glint of sadism in her eyes I just can’t get enough of.

“N-no...”

“…Too bad.”

Finally I feel my hoof press against my lower lips.

“Ooooown!”

The sensation is enough to almost make me cum right away.

Has it really been that long since I did this? I almost forgot how good it felt.

My hoof begins to circle around, pressing my lips strongly, sending load after load of electricity to my brain, almost turning me into an idiot.

“How is it? Do you like it?”

Again faking a male voice I ask myself in the mirror.

“Y…y…”

“Come on say it!”

There is a sudden slip of my hoof I didn’t intend. The muscles of my hind legs contract themselves and my back arches in a chain reaction that makes me scream.

“Yes!!”

I no longer moan but pant. The circling motion of my hoof is no more, instead I grind it against my slit as if my life depends on it. Well known pressure began to build itself on the base of my back.

“Yes!!”

I clench my teeth together as I kept moving my hoof furiously between my legs.

“Come on…faster!”

The edge of my hoof feels excitingly sharp against my labia while the tip crushs lightly my swollen clitoris.

I jump on my bed as if thrown by my rowdy lover. I land on my back with my hind legs spread even more than before.

My reflection is a mess, my mane only a shadow of its former self. Sweat runs down my forehead while a thin thread of saliva ran down my mouth to my chin.

“More comfortable now…?”

“Yes…”

I take a break on my hoof to start the last arc of the story and to make the ending even more satisfying.

“Do you know why I didn’t let you bare yourself before all those bozos? I desire you…from the tip of your hooves to the last thread of hair on your mane. Everything yours is to be mine to consume.

Your purity, your shame…your lust…all of it.”

I give myself a last lewd smile as a parting gift. No longer was there a need to play, to change my voice. I was already too focused on achieving release.

“A…aaaaahnnn….mmmmmnnnnaaa!!”

My lips spread apart as my hoof pushes itself inside me to the limit. Unfortunately for a mare it isn’t much. With great passion I scratch my insides, hoping it’d be enough, but that doesn’t seem to be the case. Deep inside me there’s an itch that threatens with driving me to madness and for the second time in a couple of hours I’ve a great idea.

“The cucumbers…”

As if they had a life of their own, the two vegetables fly towards me like thrown knives.  They both stop before me and using my magic I slowly guide them to their descent. I watch anxiously as I lubricate them with my juices. But before the fun part could start, somepony knocks in my door so loudly and with such strength that I can’t turn a blind eye to it.

“W-w-wha-what!?”

I jump in the air, the cucumbers slipping from my magic grasp and landing crudely on the room’s floor. I’ll have to wash them before I can use them and after I’ve done that, my arousal will be long before gone, making all this ordeal pointless and leaving me incredibly frustrated.

My goodness, some ponies can’t be so rudely clueless about the needs of others!

There’s a second knock on my boutique’s front door with the same strength and eagerness as the one before.

“I’m coming, I’m coming.”

I wish those words were said under other circumstances. Owww…I’m so angry right now!

Making my way downstairs I keep wondering who could it be at such hour and with what purpose? Which pony of all I know would come all the way here during this storm?

In my mind images of Twilight and the others flash in a certain order, but each one is discarded after giving it a little bit of thought.

Twilight is in Canterlot, Rainbow dash is working right now, Applejack was chased away to her farm, Fluttershy must be hiding beneath her bed sheets praying for the storm to calm down, and Pinkie pie…mmmm…well…I guess it could…oh! That’s right, silly me, it just can’t be Pinkie pie, that mare doesn’t need to knock! She’d have made her way in whether I wanted it or not.

A third knock on my door and I can’t stand it anymore, especially since I’m merely a few steps away from it.

“Oh, dear Celestia, a little patience, please!”

I open the door just a crack to see who it is and to cover myself from his or her eyes. I’m willing to listen to whatever it is he or she has to say, but I’m not letting anypony inside. At least…not while I’m looking like this.

“What is it!!?”

I lash out at the one behind my door, I’d gladly have said more, but my eyes meet no pony. Instead they behold a thing I’m forced to look up to.

It doesn't even take it the slightest effort to blow my door away, of course, with me behind it.

Panic invades me and I instinctively flee to my room, but the thing quickly grabs me and pushes me against the wall.

My behind makes contact with what I’d assume is his groin, making the whole position very, very compromising. I blush as movement stops for a few seconds. I can feel his stare slide down my mane, onto my back, around my waist and down my legs. It has seen me in this attire, has felt the touch of the fabric against my fur, has smelled the sweat on my coat together with the lust dripping from between my legs. The realization of these facts make me blush in shame and embarrassment.

“L-let me go!”

I squirm and wiggle under his grasp to no avail. It’s as if he doesn’t understand what I’m saying or just doesn't care. No matter how hard I struggle there’s no reaction. It’s as if I had been grabbed by a golem. To resist is actually counterproductive. My passion hasn’t subsided yet and the sensation of something rough against my bottom reawakens a lewd tingle at the lowest part of my abdomen.

My body won’t reject it if something else were to happen now. Even if my mind would rather break than accept a stranger inside, my body won’t. It’s a matter of timing, and this thing, this monster, is the luckiest of them all, for it arrived the precise moment, the very instant it had to.

I feel it lean over me as if trying to reach my ears. In my mind there only one question, who is it?

“Big Mac, Soaring, Mr Cake, Caramel, Snowflake?...”

It could be a mare also…

“Lyra, Bon Bon, Carrot Top, Rose, Derpy?...”

One of the girls perhaps?

“Twilight, Fluttershy, Applejack, Pinkie pie, Rainbow dash?...”

The thing is no pony though…could it be…

“A Basilisk, a timberwolf, a griffon, a minotaur, a diamond dog?...”

No, it’s bigger….

“Chrysalis, Discord, Nightmare moon?...”

At least I’d like to know who’s to take me, so that I can slice his face off in his or her sleep.

Finally it whispers words I hadn’t expected to hear at such times.

“I’ve missed you. You can’t fathom how much.  I’ve longed for you for so many days I can’t tell anymore. I’ve craved to hold you in my arms as more than a friend and awake on the same bed as you do. You’re mine now and forever, your mind, body, yourself.”

His voice is deep and somehow warm. It reminds of somepony I know, but I can’t quite put my hoof on who. I take my chances and look back to see emerald eyes staring down on me. No, adoring me, as if beholding something dear, a treasure one has found after long years of search. The gears spin in my head and tie the dots together to give a shape to the soon to become perpetrator of a hideous crime.

“S-spike!?”

It’s the little dragon, I can tell now. The purple scales, the yellowish under belly and those pure emerald eyes are unmistakable, for there’s none but him that has them and none that would see me as he does now.

The love struck gaze has followed me around in countless occasions, whether I was working or having fun with my friends.  Spike’s innocent love has been quite apparent to me for a few months now, but I’ve given it no real though dismissing it as a mere crush of a little child. I must admit that the pureness of it has shaken my very core a few times, even made me cry once, but unfortunately, I never saw anything else in him beyond a dear little friend.

This time I see more determination in him and it quite frankly scares me. Just because it is Spike, I’d sweep this whole incident under the rug with a mere slap on his claw and his promise never to do it again. It is partly my fault if he’s aroused now, if in his little mind he’s seeing more than there actually is here. But if he goes any further I don’t know what I’d do.

Suddenly his tongue begins to play with my ears in a manner I’d describe as adult. In this case I think I’d let him off with a short lecture afterwards.

“S-spike…wha-what do you think you’re doing?”

I can’t deny the warmth in my breath or the sweetness in my voice. I guess my behavior is what motivates him to do more.

A light bite on my neck sends shivers down my spine.

I think a longer lecture is in need after this…

“S-spike….Stop it!”

His claws go down around my belly, scratching it softly and playfully, but their intentions are clear all the time. After this, I might have to give him a harder slap.

Something grows between my legs. It’s hot, and thick and there’s no need to mention it’s pointy and relatively big. The tips of his claws have finally reached all the way down and begin to stimulate the tip of my nipples.

“S-SPIKE!! Ahn!”

Maybe I ought to stop talking to him for a few days…for both our sakes.

Although it is quite obvious that this isn’t where all this would stop, I’m quite shocked when I feel his thing prod against my entrance. Spike isn’t positioned correctly but still pushes. It doesn’t go in, it’s not even near the right place, but it slides down with such a speed, stimulating my bare flesh so suddenly with, what I guess are, little protuberances all over his shaft, that for a few seconds I can’t see nothing but white.

“Aaaahn!”

My body is thrilled by the sensation. Spike’s hips retreat a little for the second try to get it in, something I won’t refuse or fight back, no matter how much my mind screams that what’s about to happen is very wrong. I’m still too excited, my body still believes this is a continuation from that fantasy I was enjoying myself with. The reality of the situation is that I was about to be taken by Spike-wikey.

For the second time he presses himself against me, but like before it isn’t close to the entrance.

“Ah!”

It slides a lot quicker this time; I guess it is because it was coated now with my juices. This time it goes upwards and ends up sandwiched between my buttocks.

I’m a little scared. The feel of his rod so close to my back door, gives me strange ideas of what’s about to come. Although I’m quite open minded in certain aspects when it comes down to sex, doing it…there, is something I haven’t given much thought. The main reason is that I’ve heard it hurts quite a lot.

Something pointy teases my rear entrance. My back arches. I try to escape one last time, but Spike lets a bit more of his weight on me, not enough to hurt, but enough to confine me under him.

Spike’s hips begin to push forwards. With terror I can feel how little by little it begins to spread apart, welcoming inside a long body covered in slime.

Instinctively I tighten around it. Spike groans in response. My goal is not this though. I don’t want it to go any further in. In my mind I pray to Celestia.

“Please…don’t…don’t let it go any further in…Dear Celestia, please…”

For an instant I wonder if Celestia gets these kind of prayers often. If once or twice a day she gets this kind of plea.

“Please let me last longer…give me a satisfying orgasm… Dear Celestia, don’t let him cum inside…”

I don’t think that’s something that would be under the jurisdiction of the sun goddess though.

“Nnnnnnnnn.”

The struggle continues, but it can’t last forever. While I’ve been putting my all trying to prevent him from entering, Spike has only used a bit of his strength, as if calculating that at some point I’d show some weakness.

A second…that’s all it takes.

In a flash the whole thing slides in, sending a shock of pleasure directly to my brain, numbing me enough to care less about any pain I might have felt.

“Aaahn…ah…..aah…nmmm…..ah!”

I have to breath otherwise I might pass out. His member is thick…and big…It makes me aware of places inside of me I never even considered.

My hips move a little as if trying to confirm the presence of the long object inside me.

It’s as if I had a pipe inside, restricting my every movement, stretching out my insides, taking the air out of my lungs and tickling the back of my throat.

When he was saying those words, those few sentences of love he whispered in my ears, he must have been lying for there was no bed around where we could lie on, I don’t even think he intended to lie down at all this night.

Without any time to waste he begins to move his hips. The movements are quick and I feel no pain, just a wave of strange pleasure that assaults my brain after each of his trusts.

The protuberances along his shaft bringing are marvelous, heavenly even.

Contrary to my beliefs it doesn’t hurt. The movement is slick and flawless, it doesn’t friction or forces in any point making the whole experience mind-numbing and unbelievably addictive.

No longer do I talk, all I can do is moan or bite my lips with my eyes closed in preparation for the next trust. My body shakes after each as a doll that’s being played with by something a lot bigger than itself.

From time to time I manage to articulate enough to ask him to stop…

“Nnghaa….nnnooo…S-stahp…Spihke…”

But I’d say the attempts are pathetic at best.

The arousal and pleasure don’t stop. My hooves don’t touch the ground anymore. I’m being lifted, with my hind legs hanging lazily around while my forelegs press themselves against the wall as if preventing myself from falling. Spike’s hips clash against my soft flank repeatedly reminding me that his member is all the way up to the base buried inside me.

My slit is being played with. His fingers caress it all over. My outer lips get softly pushed aside with two of his fingers while another two scratch my insides.

The double stimulation is amazing, but Spike apparently isn’t content with just this.

He lets himself fall on his back, while pulling me along with him, leaving me sitting on top of his crotch, impaled by his shaft.

Now he trusts upwards, pushing me away for a few inches from his belly. I slide down his thick mast panting like a mad mare in heat.

It’s entirely different from before. His penis hits spots completely different inside me.

Spike-wikey is a machine whose only purpose is to drive me insane with pleasure.

Twenty minutes must have passed before Spike decided to change positions again. This time it is something more normal.

I lie on my back with my legs spread open, while Spike lies on top of me. Of course, his weight isn’t on me; he uses his claws to support himself.

His face is weird…I can’t tell if he’s smiling or not. But it’s quite clear he’s enjoying himself. I don’t know what kind of face I’m making, but I’d say it is a loose expression of joy too.

After all this time, as he plunges incessantly in my insides, I hear him speak once more.

“I love you…”

My body tightens up as I hear those words. I’ve been always scared of that statement, but this time it’s not fear what makes me tense up. It’s the possibility of me returning the same feeling.

“S…stupid…ah, ha!...you don’t…say those things during sex…mmnnn gah!

It’s….embarra…sing…ahn…”

His tongue dances around my neck for a while before he starts to kiss me passionately.

“N-no...”

It’s too much…I think I’m losing myself…

“D-don’t kiss me while you fuck my ass…”

His lips are placed upon mine, in a kiss I can’t categorize as wild and wanting or delicate and temping. “Perfect” is all that comes into my mind when thinking about it.

His shaft becomes bigger inside me as if suddenly filled by something.

“Ah…he’s going to…cum inside me.”

As the kiss continues, the thought seems casual as if it were nothing I should give much importance.

I wonder when exactly happened…

When did I stop caring and I just simply let him do as he pleased.

When did I not worry anymore about what kind of face I’d make when seeing him the next morning?

“Aaah!”

He groans deeply and releases himself inside me filling me inside in a second. As if synchronized I cum too. I can feel myself convulsing as my consciousness fades away.

Spikey-wikey…you were so rude…so forceful…so rough…

Tomorrow…things are going to be so awkward between us…

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TO BE CONTINUED!