Secret intimacies

Two

-Rarity-

What time is it?

My eyes turn towards the clock on the wall.

Two little arrows point in different directions while a third one hovers a tad faster than a millimeter per second over the black numbers on the artifact’s disc.

According to it, it is 8:17, no, 8:18, but the information is somewhat useless since I don’t know if it is A.M. or P.M.

To me that’s crucial right now. To know if already a day or less has passed since I all this began or if the time I spent unconscious was nothing more than a few minutes.

I wonder….

I wonder….

How long have we been at it already?

Something hard and a bit thick slides down my cheek asking for my attention. Spike caresses my face while he stares at me longingly.

“Sorry, I was just thinking about something else.”

Using my hoof I pull my mane to the side and lower my mouth again down the dragon’s shaft.

“Mmmm…nnnnn.”

The seconds I took off to let my jaw and neck take a short break get me out rhythm.It takes a while to get back on track.

My licks are sloppy and somehow it feels as if my throat had shrunk down. It’s hard to take it all back in after that pause.

Spike grunts in discomfort a few times while he adjusts his hips slightly trying to place himself comfortably inside my mouth.

It’s useless. I take it out of my mouth regaining a bit of my breath.

“Let me try it once more.”

Once more I place my lips softly on the tip of Spike’s penis as if kissing it. My tongue circles around it a few times before I decide to take a bit more of him inside me again.

Slowly and carefully centimeter after centimeter of his rod slide between my lips while I massage it sensually with my tongue.

“Mmm…nnnnn.”

Spike’s massive claws comb my mane slowly, scratching with its sharp ends my skin slightly, sending thrilling shivers, a mixture or deadly fear and indescribable arousal down my spine.

As time goes by his claws move over to my ears, massaging between his thumb and index fingers their most sensitive spots.  The long appendices move as if rejecting his touch, but that’s just a reflex. I love it.

Lovingly….dearly….gently….caringly….

I don’t know how to describe it. The moments of foreplay are so different from the roughness Spike’s displays in the act itself afterwards…

He knows how to push all my buttons and bring me to agree to the sex.

Weird…

If we count this one, we already had sex about six times. And yet there’s no feeling of exhaustion, there’s no need to stop, or the sensation we might just had done it too much. Our bodies are sore, but our spirits more than willing. It requires only a short look in the eye, a soft kiss on the lips, or a meaningful touch on my rump to get us both ready for the next round.

“Slurp…mmmmnnnnnn.”

I bob my head down and up as I press my lips around his girth covering his member in my saliva.

The smell of it excites me, but I can’t tell why though. It’s musky and strong, it forces its way up my nostrils and gives me a clear idea of what I’m doing right now. Some ponies might think is kind of humiliating, but the image of myself sitting between Spike’s legs, pleasuring him, bringing him to climax by shoving his member in my mouth, kissing it, licking it, sucking it, as if it were most delicious candy,is enjoyable, almost romantic in the strangest sort of way.

Spike rests his massive body on his legs and tail while his shaft stands solemn as a pillar, a monument dedicated to raw lust.

The feeling of his beating meat inside my mouth is completely different to having it inside my vagina or ass. Although it gives me no direct pleasure, the sensation of fullness and the fact that I do hold it inside me is stimulus enough to let my mind go crazy.

A mare’s head is a confusing thing.

When the tip of his shaft touches the entrance of my throat my clitoris tingles and the muscles in the inner side of my hind legs contract. My brain associates the sensation in my throat with my insides, and as I push it deeper inside, my mouth salivates more and a few droplets of liquid lust run down my legs.

“Mmmnnn…agh….nngh…”

I shift my weight from my left hind leg to the other, trying to find the most comfortable place to continue my task. My muscles tense and relax rhythmically pulling my skin, turning the inner side of my legs hotter by the second, leading all my attention to that special place between my lips.

The rocking contributes greatly to worsening my arousal.

Even though there’s nothing beneath me, the simple act of rocking my hips back and forth in short and subtle movements makes my lips spread slightly.

‘Faster…’

‘Rougher…’

The words echo in my mind.

A bit more enthusiastic I increase the speed of my mouth as I keep moving my hips. My brain ties the actions together and a chain of thought becomes obvious despite the fact it’s wrong on some occasions.

The rougher I am, the better it’ll feel for both of us.

I proceed to keep pleasuring him with this new idea in mind.

The air in my lungs flows out through my nose in sensual long moans as I try to get more and more of him inside me.

“Mmmmmnnnn!”

And suck a bit strongly as I pull back, slurping a few drops of my own saliva mixed with his juices.

“Y…yes…

Mmmmnnnn!

Nghmmmnnnn!!!”

His member twitches inside my mouth. It’s hard and long, in other words, it’s almost impossible to ignore its presence.

My body is more than ready to take him once more inside. It’s expecting it, aching for it.

To be completely honest, I want to feel it up my belly once more for the longest time now, but I have decided not to. I want to take it a bit further.  I want to provoke me even more.

I guess I’m a masochist at heart.

…

..

.

But I might have taken it too far already.

The silhouette of another Spike appears beneathme, his claws hold me strongly by my hips as he aligns his member with my slit.

Although it’s nothing more than an illusion, the idea begins to have a toll on my body and spirit.

The whispers of my clitoris for attention transform into deafening screams.

I let go of one of my hooves around Spike’s shaft and use it to squeezethe little protuberance between my lips hard against my pubic bone, carefully matching the rhythm I have with my mouth.

His penis tightly squeezed in my throat feels the same as if caught between my walls, the rocking of my hips makes up for the impact of his groin against my plot, and the touch of my hoof over my clit is the rough sensation of his scales against my flesh.

It’s just like it. It is as if there were two Spikes taking me on both ends, loving me as if I were the only thing they needed for their survival.

“Mmmmnnn…S-Spike….Ahn….Spi-spike!”

His name escapes my lips and I blush embarrassed as I continue licking him, massaging his shaft with my tongue, pretending to have him piercing me from below.

“Mmn! Nng! Ah…ah!”

I increase the speed of my hoof even more, but one isn’t enough. One isn’t enough at all.

More…

More…

I need more….!!!

Spike gets hold of my head, my ears popping out through the spaces between his fingers and my mane tangled around his sharp claws.

I look upwards with my mouth still full of him trying to figure out what he’s thinking about.

Suddenly his hips begin to move slowly, penetrating my mouth, teasing the entrance of my throat.

“S-spahke?”

I try to speak up, but he moves once more.

“Mmmnaaagh…”

It doesn’t take me long to catch his drift.

Spike thrusts his hips plunging his member down my throat as if having sex with it.

I’m not against it. Not in the slightest.

On the contrary, I use now both free hooves to caress myself, matching the rhythm of his thrusts.

“Mnn…aaagh….gah….slurp!”

My mouth spreads more than usual and my tongue caresses the underside of his member while other muscles envelope his girth in a slimy glory.

“Mnn! Nn! Mm! Gah!Mmmmmmnnn!”

I can feel Spike twitch inside my mouth as sign that he’s about to release.

He keeps moving his hips back and forth.

“…..m…m…m…m…m…mm…mm!

Ah!”

Spike pulls out. His member comes out of my mouth with a “pop” and the saliva used to ease the task runs down my mouth while I pant.

“W…why?”

My sight becomes a blur and before I notice it we’re both laying on the ground on our sides with my legs spread before his face with my hooves still tucked between them while his member prods against my cheek.

I have my doubts about this.

We’ve done it many times, but he has never had such a clear view of my privates.

My face burns in shame as I look away from him while I spread my hooves apart showing him my moist self.

Spike’s face approach my slit and I have to cover my face using my hooves.

I’ve had sex many times before, even before this night, but this embarrassment is a first for me. Somehow with Spike it is special, an exception to the rule. If there’s anything I’ve come to understand during this hours we’ve spent bucking is that as long as he wants it, I am more willing to agree than anything.

I wonder why?

Something hard and pointy knocks on the barrier over my face. Spike’s shaft throbs in agony begging for the release it was about to be given, but which its master denied on a whim I still can’t understand.

I take it once more inside me, wrapping it again in the warm folds of my mouth, caressing it gently with the slimy touch of my tongue. At the same time Spike also starts doing his part.

Although a little thinner than a pony’s, Spike’s slithery tongue moves around my soft outer lips skillfully, stimulating every single one of my nerves.

My belly tenses up and my back begins to arch a little while a known tingle rises from the tips of the hooves of my hind legs to my lower abdomen.

Spike doesn’t dig right in. Instead he continues teasing the outer side of my privates, giving slight kisses to the inner side of my hind legs, biting carefully the most sensitive tendons, naturally exposed with my legs spread apart.

With each of his actions my mind goes blank and it gets hard to have his shaft inside my mouth when I have to moan in pleasure almost every five seconds.

“Aaaaaahn!”

A jolt of raw pleasure takes over my body and taking all kind of control I’ve over it away. I don’t see myself but I can feel how my expression turns into a loose smile of delight while I unwillingly squirt a little over Spike’s face.

“S-sorry…”

Spike uses his claws to wipe the transparent liquid off, licking his fingers afterwards.

“W-wha!”

Suddenly he bites down on my groin softly trapping my most private part between his powerful jaws, completely at the mercy of his devilish tongue.

Spike licks me once more from the base of my tail all the way up to my clitoris slowly, but pressing strongly against my flesh. He then spreads my lips and ventures inside me.

“Ah!”

The thin part of his body enters me with ease thanks to my juices. I press my eyelids together as I feel how his tongue slithers up my canal like a tentacle of a kraken making me jump from time to time in surprise.

My hooves continue what my mouth can do no longer. As I fall victim to Spike’s newest sexual assault, my hooves move up and down his penis frenetically. Every now and then I try once more to take it in me, but I just can’t stop moaning.

Contrary to his penis, Spike’s tongue is ehm….kind of….more “lively”, if you know what I mean. It wriggles, rubs, tickles…I don’t even know what else it might be doing in there, but whatever it is, is divine.

The pressure inside me builds up once more. My muscles contract so hardly I even think I might be hurting Spike, but even if that’s the case, I won’t let go of his miraculous long muscle.

I push his penis once more down my throat, decided to give him the same kind of pleasure he’s giving me.

Spike grunts pleased with my determination and I feel somehow happy that’s so.

We both push ourselves to the limit trying to bring the other to the climax. At the moment Spike has the upper hoof, but I won’t give up.

My hooves continue rubbing him while I let more and more inside my mouth, caressing it with my tongue, circling around his girth, sucking as I pull out and moaning each time I bob my head for- and backwards.

I pull him out for an instant, but I keep jerking him off at the same speed, so that I don’t lose the rhythm.

“Yes, Spike...more…more!”

Once more I take it inside me. Spike pushes even deeper inside me, but doesn’t forget about stimulating my outer and inner lips. I don’t know how he does it, but he even manages to caress my clitoris.

Spike twitches inside my mouth. The sensation makes me get even tighter around his tongue.

I can feel the heat rising, my back arching, my muscles tensing up…I’m going to cum….

I’m going to cum so hard I might turn stupid, burning the last of my brain cells.

“S-sp..Aaaaa…oooowwnnnnnnmmmMMm!!”

I grunt like an animal for a few seconds before Spike’s releases his load in my mouth, leaving me gurgling something almost as thick as mayonnaise. Something I willingly gulp down as fast as I’m provided with it.

My body twitches and jerks against my will. It’s always so messy when a mare cums. Spike still has his tongue inside me so it takes longer for my orgasm to go fade away, mostly due to the fact that he still stimulates me. He sucks me as if my fluids were all he was aiming for from the very beginning.

I’d give him more if I had any, but I’m completely dry.

I roll on my back after Spike has done so, completely exhausted. Finally time for a pause.

My chest goes up and down while I stare at the ceiling of my house. My mane is still once more a hellish mess of knots and curls, and thick drops of sweat run down my fur.

I place my hooves on my cheeks and press them, pull them up and down as I smile lewdly and happily.

“Spike…I’ve cum so many times already…”

My hind legs rub against each other while I still play with the expression of my face. It’s as if I were a little infant enjoying a candy she was given.  I feel butterflies in my stomach, my mind is all pink and I cannot stop giggling.

“Spike.”

The dragon reacts to his name and stands up. He comes at me with the same face of those that dream while awake and lies next to me embracing me in his arms.

What is this….what’s all of this…?

It all feels wonderful…

The rain continues outside my house, lighting paints the sky white, while thunder roars like a mad beast, but I couldn’t care less about it. They can make all the noise they want…they can do whatever they feel like doing…right now at this moment, hugged lovingly by little Spikey-wikey I have nothing to fear.

On the contrary,please continue…so that this night might never end.

_________ __________

We wake up a few hours later embraced just like we were when he slept in.

When I open my eyes the first thing I see is Spike. His sleeping face is lovely. Despite the fact that his factions are so threatening, when he sleeps his appearance reflects his true character, calm and cute.

I give him a little peck on his scaly cheek and try to softly shake off his grip around me.

The house is a mess and it reeks humid. The stagnated air and the moisture of our bodies have created a habitat in my living room in which most creatures from a tropical jungle could survive.

“Ugh…we really have to keep disorder to a minimum next time we do it.”

I talk loudly to myself as if making sure I’d keep it in mind next time, but…well…all I can think at the moment is: “Easier said than done.”

I proceed to open some windows to let some air into the house. As I do so, with the hellish weather outside is more than obvious that a lot more than just air will make it inside.

As soon as I open the windows gusts of winds force their way in, blowing my mane away, making it somehow even messier, something I thought was almost impossible. I leave them do as they please for a few seconds, before closing the windows again.

Once the windows are closed, the raging wind ceases and the living room, just like the rest of my house, has got rid of that uncomfortable warm and moist atmosphere left after hours of wild, crazy and continuous dragon x pony intercourse.

“Great. It is a lot better now.”

And it is indeed.

It’s cold and the air feels fresh. The lingering warmth on my skin is gone and the droplets of water that crashed against my face woke me up from my love and lust induced trance.

I’m back to the reality of the situation at hoof. A raging storm outside my house, a lust driven dragon sleeping in my living room and worst of all a messy house filled with dirt that was just blown in by the wind.

I arm myself with a mop and a broom and start the cleanup. The broom and mop move magically around the house, sweeping the dirt and getting rid from the mud stains caused by Spikey. After a few minutes every surface seems to spark. Beholding a job well done, I praise myself silently and decide to go to hit the shower once more.

I’ve already bathed before, but I’m not sure if it was today or yesterday so I guess, it’s ok. Also, even if it was today, after all that…”exercise” I’d assume a bath is more than mandatory.

I also plan to use the chance to wash my hair, get rid of all the knots and bring it back to its former glory.

Leaving Spike asleep in the living room I make my way upstairs to my bathroom.

After I’m done showering, I go over to my mirror and begin to give the final touches to my look.

Teeth brushing, make up, and of course drying and combing my hair are some of the things I do before going down once more to Spikey-wikey. My alluring clothes are left behind. If I keep using them like this I’m afraid the fabric will wear down and at some point break. I’m sure I won’t mind it if I’m in the middle of “it”, but now that I can prevent the catastrophe, I better do it.

The black clothes are placed in the bin for dirty clothes with special needs. I can’t believe there are ponies that would wash silk in their wash machines. They truly don’t understand the natural delicacy of the material.

Humming a happy tune as I go back to the first floor I’m interrupted by a loud growl coming from my stomach.

“Oh, that’s right. I haven’t eaten anything yet.”

Though really unladylike, I can’t really scold myself for my lack of manners. When I came back home all I had were a couple of cucumbers to make up for a whole day of continuous hunger. Now after who knows how many hours of most intensive exercise it’s only natural I’d be more than just hungry. I’m literally starving.

Spike stands in front of my open fridge looking around for food I suppose.

I giggle feeling a little mischievous. I sneak up behind Spikey and in with a single jump manage to make it to his head. My hooves place themselves upon his eyes softly.

“Looking for someone?”

Spike grabs my hooves and takes them away from his eyes. He turns around and smiles. He’s about to say something, a name I’m sure, but his lips don’t move as if they were to pronounce my name.

“Rarity”

I state my own name quickly.

“Remember?”

My muzzle rubs his cheek tenderly. Spike grabs me and brings me face to face with him. His long and strong hands hold me by my arm pits while my legs and tail hang in the air.

He comes closer and kisses me in the lips.

The kiss is enough to vanquish that small feeling of worry.

“I…wanted to make…some breakfast for us both.”

He talks slowly, taking a few pauses every three or four words. It feels as if it somehow were really hard for him to express himself properly.

“But…I can’t find anything….in the fridge.

W….what happened to the…groceries we bought?”

“Groceries? Spike, dear, we didn’t buy any groceries.”

I don’t pay much attention to his comment. He must be half asleep, still mixing up dream with reality.

“Don’t worry. You surely dreamt it. I’m sure after a quick shower you’ll be alright.”

Once Spike puts me back down on the floor, using my head I push Spike in the direction of my bathroom, but before I can put any considerable distance behind me, my stomach rumbles once more.

“Oh!”

Spike turns his head around and looks at me. I blush slightly due to the inopportune timing of my stomach.

“He he….

Sorry, I’m quite hungry myself.”

I smile embarrassed and lower my head trying to escape his gaze, but Spike uses his claws to push my chin gently back up.

“It’s ok…what….do you want…to eat?”

“What do I…he he…

Oh, Spikey, what matters what I want when there’s nothing in the fridge?”

His touch around my neck tickles at first, but after a few circles and spirals of his fingers over my fur my sight begins to glide over his scales towards the space between his legs, giving me a clear idea of what I want.

Trying to think about something else I say the first non-sexual thing that comes to my mind.

“M-m-muffins.”

Spike continues caressing me while I state my wish.

“I…I want some muffins…from sugar cube corner.

E-even in this weather you shouldn’t have any problem getting there…

The store is…it is at the end of the street…

Just go straight and…you’ll find it eventually…”

Spike stops and turns around towards the door.

“I’ll be right back,…”

“Rarity”

I once more say my name before he can pronounce the next word.

He nods and walks away, but before he leaves I speak up once more.

“Don’t take too long, ok!

As…

As soon as you’re back…no, as soon as you’ve bathed and we’ve eaten those muffins…

I want to keep…continue…”

Those are my last words to him before he opens the door and disappears in the rain.

_____ ______

-Pinkie-

“Boooooooring!”

I complain loudly not caring if I’d bother anypony. That is because there have been no customers at all today.

The day began with a beautiful sunrise and an endless clear blue sky with no clouds in sight. For some reason though, it transformed in less than two seconds after I opened the establishment into a storm of historical proportions with thunder, lightning and gusts of wind that could send Alice and her grandmother to wonderland and back.

But the storm isn’t the issue. The problem I have with this whole ordeal is that so far I’ve done nothing!

Mr and Mrscake took their babies with them to visit Mrs. Cake’s parents in Trottington, so I’m all alone in this huge house.  There’s no pony willing to risk their lives out in the storm to get some muffins or cupcakes or tarts or cakes or croissants any other kind of sugary treats.

And because of the storm I can’t go play outside!

That means I’ve nothing to do besides cleaning the counter and counting the ticks of the clock on the wall.

“Really!?

Is this it!?

This is a severe waste of my character!

I’ll put a complaint at the F.P.P.A, the Fictional Pinkie Pie Association!”

I raise my hoof to the heavens as a sign of complain to the extreme lack of fun in this story.

“Do you know who I am? I’m Pinkie freaking Pie! Well…I’m an not THE Pinkie Freaking Pie, but I’m a fictional version of her and deserve the same kind of respect as one of her impersonators!”

My chest puffs while I stand on my two hind legs flailing my arms around in anger.

“We Pinkies should be jumping around looking for friends or popping out of small and confined spaces to surprise other ponies while confetti slowly falls on their manes while they say “Oh, that playful Pinkie!” or maybe “Well, she’s just Pinkie pie!”

I shouldn’t be here bored out of my Schnurbarthoping something interesting will happen before the end of this fic!

Nobody replies, there are no voices or meaningful coincidences, no pinkie or even spider sense.

“I see, so that’s how we’re going to play, right?

Ok, ok, cool.

If that’s what you want, then that’s what I’ll give you.

If you want to keep things boring and normal, I’ll do whatever it takes to do the exact opposite. I’ll do the most random stuff I can think of! Is that what you want?”

Like before there’s no response. I keep looking up towards the ceiling. I expect something a knock on the door, a noise, a change of mood anything, but there’s nothing of that.

“I’ll take it as a yes.”

Quickly I start to look around the bakery for any of my tubas or any of my artifacts, but no matter how hard I look for them, I can’t find them.

“What the…where is my stuff?

I’m sure the association had a wing piano hidden in this drawer precisely for this kind of emergency.”

My hoof scratches the base of my chin while I bit my lip trying to remember if I changed its hiding place for some or other reason.

It takes me a while to come up with the only logical reason for my extreme lack of wing pianos.

“You….

You took my stuff!”

My hoof is pointing like a sword in the general direction above my head.

“Hey, give it back! To take my stuff is clear violation of the agreement between the user, aka you, and the provider, aka the F.P.P.A! This can easily become an issue for the court!”

……

“Agyaaa!”

Suddenly my patience runs out and my mind enters a berserk like state. I flail my hooves around while I jump around the establishment caring less if I’d break anything in the process or not!

“I’ll teach you to be quiet!!

Uoooooaaah!

CABBAGGE SOUP!!

RRRRRRGGYAAAAH!!

LOUD!!

NOISE!!!

OOOAAAARGH!!

RANDOOOOMMnnnngyaaaa…

Ah…ah…ah…ah…

Puh.”

My body falls to the floor exhausted deprived of any strength since I used it all up to in my rant.

My stare is still glued to the ceiling. A bit more calmed, or rather, too tired to do anything more drastic, I speak once more, this time with a softer tone.

“Come on…we’re both aiming for a same goal here…just give me something to work with.

Look. Let’s do this, I’ll look in my mane and pull the first thing I find in there. I’ll take it as a hint of the nature of this fic, ok?

……

“So...is that a yes? I’ll take it as a yes.”

I slide my hooves in my mind, looking around my pink locks for something solid. Usually I’d have there some balloons or moustaches, but I’m assuming those were taken away too.

“Oh!”

The tip of my hoof touches something hard and with much care I pull it out of there. I’m quite relieved. I managed to get to an agreement with whoever is in charge of this story. He doesn’t seem like a bad guy at all.

I pick myself up from the floor and sit on place, placing the little object with both my hooves in front of me.

I can’t tell what it is. It’s circular and silver. It reminds me of the things that are usually meant to store ointment and that kind of stuff. It has a few words pressed on the metal it’s made of. I suppose whatever is written in there must be the name of the object.

A bit happier about my improving situation, I read out loud the word on the object.

“Lube”

…..

It is lube.

“Lube?”

Yes, lube.

I smash the little object against one of my windows, breaking it in the process.

“WHAT AM I SUPPOSED TO DO WITH THAT!!”

“Ouch!”

“Ah! Something is going on!”

The short cry of pain of a passing creature brings me to the door of the establishment. I must have hitsomepony with the lube.

“So that’s what that was for!

I totally get it now.”

My smile is wide, my mane puffed and my trot joyful. Finally something is going to happen around here.

“Hello and welcome to sugar cube corner the sweetest place of Equestria!”

I open my arms wide to hug whoever it might be brave enough to come all the way here to eat some of our products.

There, under the cold rain, illuminated partially by lightning stands a massive creature, something I saw a glimpse of earlier today through one of our windows.

“Oh, is that you, Spike!?”

My heart beats in excitement!

Spike fics are among my favorites. The other Pinkie’s in the association talk about them all the time. I always listen quietly while they narrate their scenes with the little dragon.

I’ve never meet him personally, but I’ve heard so much about him, I truly feel like he is my best friend.

I place myself behind him and push him inside with both hooves while I keep talking.

“Oh, I’m so happy to see you, Spikey! You’ve no idea what I’ve been through.”

Now there is some interaction. Finally I’m doing something. The other Pinkies of the association will be so proud of me when I tell them. My first Spike fic! Oh, I’m so excited!

I wonder thought what’s going to happen now…

Is this a story in which he’s about to become a hero? Oh! Oh! Maybe is one of those romantic stories in which he’s totally in love with one of the other girls and has come to aunt Pinkie for advice!

Well…I say aunt Pinkie, but this Spike isn’t as small as I was told he’d be.

Anyways…let’s keep the story going.

“How are you doing, Spike?”

I leave him sitting on a chair in front of the counter while I pull a chair close to him.

The expression on his face is odd for Spike.

He looks sad…or kind of confused?

It’s as if there’s something bothering him…

Mmm…how do I put this…

If a Zombie had just lost his job because of the current recession, it would have the same expression Spike has right now.

Maybe it is one of those depressing stories, in which they come over for me to cheer them up.

Yeah…it looks like it could be that kind of fic. It’d be easier if I just had received a copy of the script before hoof like we Pinkies are supposed to, but oh well…we first timers are no pickers.

“Why the long face Spike?

Oh! I know a little something that will cheer you up!”

I disappear from his field of vision, squeezing myself between the lines of the story to go to the kitchen, and reappear behind the counter holding in my hooves at least a dozen of the most delicious muffins I could find in the second I was gone.

“Here, Spike, have something to eat, don’t worry about paying, these are on the house!”

With one of my hooves I stick one muffin after the other in the mouth of my reptilian friend while I hold the others in my other one.

“Don’t worry, Spike, you can have so many more!”

He protests somewhat whenever the dry pastries are shoved forcefully down his throat. It sounds more or less like “Agh!”, “Ahgk!”, “Mmnngh!”, “Cough”, “Cough”.

Slowly I run out of muffins to feed him so he gets some time to breathe. A good thing really I was growing worried about the color of his face.

Spike effortlessly chomps on about a seven of them, which were stuck in his mouth, and gulps them down.

It occurs to me then, that this probably wasn’t the best way to cheer him up. To eat while depressed might actually be more harmful than anything.He might get fat. This Spike looks somehow really strong and he’s really ripped, it’d be a shame if he lost that body because of a silly depression.

Thinking now more carefully about the repercussions of my acts upon Spike’s way to deal with any problems I assume he has, I decide to take another approach.

“Hey, Spike, what about a bath? I’m sure you’re cold from standing so long in the rain.”

He opens his mouth as if about to say something, but…

“Oh, come on, don’t be shy!”

In my excitement I manage to pick up Spike from the ground and bring him upstairs to Pinkie’s bathroom, something which would be pretty much impossible if I were not fueled by the happiness that brings the fact that now this fic is going somewhere.

“There you go!”

I toss him inside my bathtub and get the hot water going. I’m glad Spike is resistant to high temperatures, if it were somepony else he’d already have third degree burns all over his body, I mean…there was literally fire coming out of that shower.

I take a few steps back while Spike’s face is licked by red tongues of fire.

“Oooops”

But he doesn’t even flinch.

Being really sincere here, the bath with fire made his scales look really smooth, but I’d rather don’t touch him right now to see how smooth he really is. Spike glows red like a sword that has just been taken out of the oven.

Following the same train of thought, I turn the cold water on to “cool” him down. As soon as the cold stream of liquid touches him, it explodes in a cloud of hot steam that fogs mirrors and windows instantaneously, reduces anypony’s field of vision considerably and puffs my mane even more.

“He hehehe!”

The giggle comes naturally.

From what I’ve seen so far this fic isn’t depressing at all!

Oh, I get it! I must be a comedy!

Surely, the sudden storm, the rant, the lube…! It all makes sense!...somewhat.

Surely Spike’s about to come with some witty comment or remark about my behavior or the rashness of my actions or even the classic “that could have killed me!”

Spike’s shadow moves in the mist trying to find me, but even a dragon like him can’t do anything in such a thick fog.

I open one of the windows so that some the mist can go away and so make his task easier.

“Over here, Spike, close to the window.”

The steps become louder as he comes closer.

Finally he stands behind me. I turn around to see his face.

I’m expecting some kind of angry or puffy face; maybe some exaggerated expression of discomfort that will ultimately turn into a grin, that’s how things would be in this kind of fic.

But…he looks at me entirely different.

It’s like I’m somepony very important…no, not important, rather special….unique…

Irreplaceable…

For some reason I’m a little bit over conscious about myself at the moment.

“W-w-what is it?”

Is it getting hotter in here or is it just my imagination?

The skin of my face seems to be on fire.

An idle thought crosses my head for an instant.

There’s another kind of fic this could be…

But it can’t be, right?

My mind travels to a moment in my life when I was still just one of the hundreds of little fictional Pinkies in training.

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Once while I was sitting in the cafeteria listening to a story of one of the older Pinkies (I call them old, but I don’t know if they were supposed to be old from the moment they were born. Age isn’t relevant to a Pinkie while she’s still in the association) I overheard the Pinkies behind me. They were a very…mmm…isolated group.

The others never talked much to them. Their smiles were always very wide, but scary, and their eyes sparkled with a strange light that always made me feel uncomfortable. Don’t get me wrong, they weren’t bad, a lot of them seemed like lots of fun, Pinkie’s I’d like to have played with, but at the same time they always seemed to know something we didn’t and that was very unsettling.

I didn’t quite understood what they were saying, it had something to do with hugs and kisses.That was all I could gather before one of the older Pinkies covered my ears with her hooves.

She yelled something at them and they giggled amused by her reaction. The older Pinkie’s face was red as a tomato and her fur was a little sweaty as if they had said something really embarrassing.

Two of “those” Pinkies rushed at us and forced the older Pinkie’s hooves away from my ears.

“Don’t be silly. It’s something quite natural.”

“Yeah! Maybe she’s going to be one of those who “knows”

The older Pinkie, the one that tried to defend me, took a step back away from me for an instant as if scared to touch be too close to me. Then she stepped forwards once more.

My gaze changed from one Pinkie to the other. What was it….what did they want to explain to me and why did she step back? Is that something bad? Is something bad about to happen?

One of “those” Pinkie’s placed her mouth next to my ear and whispered.

“Sex”

That’s all she said.

The word was a short one, only three letters long, but it evocated a huge reaction in the face of the older Pinkie that tried to defend me. It was as if it were taboo, something unclean and bad…

I didn’t understand why though…it seemed like it was such stupid word…

The two Pinkies then ran away giggling and laughing to themselves while they were being chased by the angered older Pinkie.

I didn’t understand what the word meant then, but the older I got, the more curious I got about it and looked for it in the dictionary.

I finally convinced one of my roommates to look with me for the word in the dictionary.

The meaning of the word made me blush.

“F-Friends aren’t supposed to do that kind of thing…right?”

I remember I said that once I was done reading.

“Y-yeah…It’s like… really embarrassing?”

I think that’s what she said.

We both giggled nervously and went back to our room. But that night I couldn’t stop thinking about it.

S-s-s-sex…

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“S-spike? What is it? Is there something in my face.”

Things feel suddenly so awkward.

I look down at the floor and see my hooves playing with the lines of the floor tiles in my bathroom. I’m really scared…

“After I ate…”

“Huh?”

“And…after I bathed…

That’s when you said we’d…continue….right?”

Spike speaks slowly as if it were a really difficult thing for him. He smiles at me like no pony has ever done before. It reminds me of “those” Pinkie’s back at the association.

I look him in the eye really confused, not only because of his words, but because of my mind state.

“Continue…?….continue doing what Spike?

You’re….you’re acting so weird right now…”

He comes closer and I step back, we keep repeating the same process until I feel the wall against my flank.

“Sp-spikestop acting weird!”

Spike approaches and his claws reach for me slowly. I look from side to side looking for an escape, but I’m cornered.

“…I…

…I…don’t think I’m ready…for this kind of fic”

-Rarity-

…

……

……..

“He’s late.”

Laying on my couch with my head resting over my forelegs, crossed lazily over one of the arms of the furniture I pout about how much Spike is taking to just go buy a few muffins for both of us.

I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t half mad because I’m hungry. Hunger usually makes one more irritable than one actually is, but that isn’t the only reason for my unstable mood.

It’s the fact that I’ve been alone for such a long time after those passionate moments we shared what bothers me.

It’s true, I wanted a break from it all, but I didn’t want it to be this long!

I just wanted to eat something sweet and have a little talk about things without importance. I wanted to put some other clothes, something red perhaps, and wait for him wrapped in my bed sheets like a very naughty Christmas present.

I imagine him now…his surprised expression…the cute blush on his cheeks…that grin of confidence that sometimes appears on his face.

“Exactly what I wanted…” That’s what I think he’d say.

I can almost hear his voice whispering in my ear the naughty things he’s about to do to me.

“Oh…Spike.”

A deep kiss that takes my breath away and makes my heart beat faster.

“Ahn!Spike!”

I don’t know when, but one of my hooves is acting as my lover, teasing with its tip my special place between my legs.

No…I…I’ve to resist. I must behave myself. It shouldn’t take him much longer…

Yeah any moment now…

Any moment now he’d come through that door with those muffins, he’d lift the bag in the air and say he’s back while a lovely smile adorns his face.

I’ll jump on him, greet him with a hug and a deep kiss that will take his breath away and make his hearth beat faster.

He’ll look me in the eye a little troubled by my sudden attack and then he’d look to the bag of muffins.

“I…I brought the muffins…”

“Exactly what I wanted…” That’s what I’ll reply.

My eyes will feast on his wet and well-built body while my mind goes crazy with lust.

“So…”

“Well, Spike, how things are right now we’ve three options…

We can eat…

We can bath…

Or we can…”

“Ah!”

Something slides inside me.

I look down between my legs to see the tip of my hoof disappear inside me.

Quickly I pull it out.

A fine thread of clear liquid stretches between my lower lips and my hoof good fifteen centimeters before breaking down with an inaudible “twing!”

“Spike…please come back quickly.

I don’t know what I’ll do if you don’t come soon enough.”

I go over to my window and look through it a tall building in the distance.

The rain makes it difficult to see it clearly, but there is the silhouette of Sugar cube corner.

“What could you possibly be doing there?”

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-Pinkie-

“Ahn! N-n-no!

Stop it! S-sp…ah!!”

Spike goes in and out of me regardless of my pleas. His hips continue to smack my soft plot whenever his whole member is buried inside me.

This is all so weird. But I don’t mean it feels weird or bad. The sex actually feels pretty good, but that’s what I have most issues with.

“No, no Spikennnmmm!"

He puts his mouth over me and forces our kisses. He plays around with my lips and stares at me in the eyes. His eyes are beautiful…a vivid green, they remind me of emeralds.

There a tingling inside me, a great sensation coming up from the spot between my legs.

“F-friends are not…..mmmnnnn!!

Su-supposed to do this!”

I manage to say a few things in the short breaks we have between a kiss and the next one.

My body is hot. The temperature rises by the second I know this has nothing to do with the remains of the fog around us. Although my conscious mind is completely against it, my subconscious, my body and my heart see nothing wrong in this.

“N-no!”

But this isn’t what they taught me in the academy.

This isn’t what Pinkie is supposed to do.

The original Pinkie would never…

She would never…

“Ah!!!”

He hits something inside me that makes me jump with pleasure. The sensation is so raw and intense I couldn’t help moaning so loud.

“D-don’t!”

My hooves press against his chest trying to push him away, but they lack the necessary strength to do so.

“Don’t do that, Spike!”

His p-p-penis continues his merciless attack on that sensitive spot inside me.

“F-f-friends aren’t…

Friends aren’t supposed to…”

A tear forms on one end of my eye and I begin to cry and sob.

Spike doesn’t make a pause or slows down. He continues plowing me with the same rhythm while I lay down on the floor with my legs spread granting him a nice view of myself.

My tears have brought a change though. His expression is different. He looks at me tenderly and grins while he combs my messy pink locks with one of his claws, taking care of the few hairs that had made it to my face.

Somehow this is even worse than the constant bucking.

When he looks at me like that I can feel how my chest tightens around my heart and my belly begins to fill with something I can only describe as butterflies.

One of his claws picks me up from the floor and pulls me closer to him and finally hugs me against him. Mine and his chest are now against each other. His member reaches new depths inside me and the scales of his groin rub me down there with each of his thrusts giving me even more pleasure.

But the worst part is how close we are.

Being so close I can’t help it but recognize how hard and wide his chest is, how strong his arms are, how smooth his scales are after that bath and how loud his heart beats because of me…of what we’re doing.

And exactly what are we doing? Exactly what’s going on?

“We…shouldn’t be doing this….”

I know that much…

That has been obvious to me from the very beginning. Pinkie and Spike don’t have this kind of relationship, so Pinkie and Spike should not be doing this. But the fact is that they are doing it. We are doing it…

“It feels we-weird!”

It does feel strange, but I don’t dislike it.

It is a constant tingle inside me, a soft tickle that grows stronger by the second until it takes complete control of my lower body.

Spike is in there.

I blush by just thinking about it.

A part of Spike is IN me, how weird is that? It’s as if we were pieces from a puzzle going in and out, in and out, drawing pleasure from the single repetitive action.

I wonder now…

D-do I feel good in there?

Am I…am I weird?

I don’t know…we were never checked in the association to such degree. Some of us behaved different from the original Pinkie. Some of us were very much like her. Some others were different beings altogether; it depended from the needs of the author that contacted us. But when it comes down to this how different are we from any other mare?

“N-no! Spike stop it!

Friends are not supposed to do this!”

I repeat that phrase as if it were the only think I knew, my prime directive, something I am supposed to live by.

One of Spike’s claws reaches for my face and covers my eyes.

“Aaaah!”

The sensations are doubled. Hear, smell, taste and touch, all my concentration goes into the remaining four senses. I don’t see Spike anymore, but this actually makes me more aware of him.

The beating of his heart, the sound of his almost inaudible moans…he feels good! Oh, how shameful of me, I am actually making him feel good!

“Ah! Ahnnmm! S-spike…”

The peculiar smell of his scales, a smell of earth and minerals, is the same kind of smell that climbs up your nosewhen it has started to rain over the dusty roads outside of ponyville.

It makes me think of valleys…it makes me think of mountains…

“Owww Spike!”

I can feel myself changing the more I think about Spike in the darkness of my mind. Little by little a blur of purple and green begin to take his shape.

I’m loving this…I’m like really, really loving this.

His member spreads my insides apart. It’s hot and hard and it fits perfectly inside me, filling up almost completely.

Now I am curious…how exactly is it? I never got a clear view of it when he pulled it out. Quite frankly I looked away and in the association we were never show pictures of it.

My insides tighten around his penis trying to give me an idea of what his member is like.

“Ah!”

It’sloooooooooooong and thick. My imagination might be exaggerating it, but it feels like a log stuck in me. Like a log, it is also has a peculiar texture with bumps along its length.

“Mmmnnnn! The bumps….”

The tip of his member is...

“Grugh…”

Spike grunts pleased when I tighten myself around the highest point of his shaft.

“S-sorry.”

I apologize with my eyes covered with his claw while droll escapes my mouth.

He thrusts upwards bringing a jolt of ecstasy to the back of my head. I guess that was his payback?

Oh, Spike…this feels good…this is great…this is so much fun…

I think I’ve become addicted to it…at some point I just stopped caring about us supposedly being friends.

But Spike…I’ve a question my heart dies to ask…

“S…Spike do you…

Do you l…

Do you love me?”

Blind as I am I ask while being impaled by him from below, hugging him while he hugs me back with one single of his arms.

“Tell me Spike…do, do you love me?”

He doesn’t reply. I am getting nervous…

I wish I could see his face…

The dragon changes the position of his hips and his member starts to move a different place inside me. It’s rubbing kind of the side…Ah! N-now it is stimulating the ceiling…

“S….sss…..sssssspp….”

I can’t articulate my words anymore…it’s feeling too good now.

“S…p…ah!”

Something from inside Spike flows into me. It’s a heavy and thick and warm liquid. His member twitches while more and more of said liquid is released.

“Aaaaoooowwmmmnnn”

The amount is unbelievable. It is so much I feel like I had been filled up like an incredible amount of jam. Some of it oozes all the way up to places I never even considered, while some of it also flows out of me trickling down my legs to the bathroom floor.

I’m stuffed and exhausted. I feel the same as if I had just had a great meal and wanted to have a short nap to digest it.

Slowly…the world around me begins to fade…

And I start…getting….kind of sleepy…

Kind of….

zzzzzz…

Suddenly the roar of thunder and the deafening sound of an explosion.

Out of nowhere the door to my bathroom flies in front of my eyes and smashes the only window in the room leaving in its place a hole in the wall.

“Traitor!”

A white mare soaked to the bone yells from the other side of the threshold of my door. Her white fur and usually curvy purple mane are straightened out from the weight of the water running down the single hairs. Her mascara is ruined and running down her cheeks. But her eyes looks like to piles of fire hotter than the flames of tartarus itself. Her teeth are clenched together so tightly that even though they are not supposed to chew meat, they could take a bite out of anypony that would

stand right now in her way.

“Rarity!”

I try with all my strength to stand up, but my hips are completely numb from the constant pounding.

“You…you piece of trash, you two timing, cheating, lying bastard!”

Rarity walks slowly up to Spike who is surprisingly cool with the whole situation.

“How dare you…HOW DARE YOU!!”

The white mare lunges at the face of the grown dragon and hits it with both hooves without mercy.  The blow is so hard that Spike is blown backwards falling on his back.

Now at her mercy, Rarity stomps on his face so hard that I believe any other being under them would have been disfigured immediately.

“No, Rarity, stop!”

Somehow I manage to throw myself at the furious mare and grab her. I try to stop her. At this rate he’s going to really hurt him.

“Stop! It’s all a confusion! It’s…it’s…”

What is all this mess actually?

“You don’t have to excuse this fiend of all mares!”

Rarity looks me in the eye. I didn’t notice it when I first saw her, but her mascara wasn’t ruined by the rain.

“I….I saw it all Pinkie!”

It was because of her tears.

“I…I heard it all too.”

“You…you did?”

My ears go down as a sign of shame. According to the report given to us Pinkies there has always been a thing between Spike and Rarity. I now feel really bad about myself. Even if I was a victim here too, I can’t help but feel bad about my words and feelings at the moment. Because almost at the very end of it…I really loved having sex with Spike.

“Don’t apologize. It isn’t your fault.

I guess…I should have seen it coming.

Love, huh? That’s nothing more than a fairy tale for little fillies.”

A claw then reaches for Rarity and holds her from her barrel as if she were a toy.

“You…! Are you still conscious!?”

Spike doesn’t even have a single scratch on his face and the hits he took from Rarity don’t seem to have had any effect on him.

He stares at her in the same way he looked at me, full of love and care. My chest hurts when I see him look at her that way.

“Let me go, you, you…

Ah! What are you doing!?”

The dragon easily places the mare over his mouth. I see something pink and long come out of it at first I think it is a snake, but after adding some logic into the mix I realize it is his tongue.

“D-don’t! Don’t you dare!

Don’t you get it, I’m mad at you!

Aahn!”

The long tongue licks Rarity between her legs. It licks the inner side of her leg, the base of her tail and lastly it slides inside her. After my experience I know exactly where that tongue is going. I feel flustered.

“Ahn!Nnnnoo! S-stop it, you idiot!...

You…cheater…you….you….mmmnnn-ah!”

The white unicorn begins to moan while she’s in mid-air.

“R-rarity.”

“Oh! No! No Pinkie, d-don’t look!”

Desperately Rarity tries to cover herself. She must have forgotten I still was in the room when Spike began to pleasure her. Pleasure her…I’m astonished at how familiar that word feels now in my lips.

Spike continues “eating her up” above my head while Rarity puts up a half assed excuse of resistance. It’s quite the sight. I’ve never seen anybody having sex and I just had my first experience a few minutes ago, but I have to admit…watching others have sex is really hot.

My body begins to heat up. My mind stars to remember those moments when I had Spike inside me…

“Ah”

I feel something between my legs. It is my hoof. From its tip there’s something clear coming.

Did I wet myself?

“N-no!Spike don’t lick mmmmm….mme there!

Pi-pinkie, help me!”

I gulp down the saliva that had begun to store itself in my mouth.

“O-ok.”

I pick myself up. When Spike took Rarity away I was left on the floor of my bathroom having a really nice view from the erotic aerial show.

“Sp-spike!”

I throw myself at Spike and grab him.

“Do me too!”

I threw myself at Spike and grabbed his shaft in a tight hug, that’s what I meant with that last line.

“Th-that’s not the kind of help I was asking for!”

Rarity yells something, but I don’t really care what it is. A second later she’s moaning so loudly I’m sure she doesn’t even remember what it was.

Spike grabs me as he does Rarity and lifts me up to his mouth.

“He hehe he…

yay!”

I suppose we’re going to share Spike’s tongue. But Spike lowers Rarity down to his penis and impales her slowly with it.

“Oh! Oh..oh…oh…ooooooooooowhhh!”

Spike is a smart dragon.

Rarity slides down and up Spike’s well lubed member while she moans very loudly, I’d even say almost annoyingly so. But that’s before the dragon’s tongue goes inside me. Then I see why she’s screaming so much. You just can’t help it.

“Oooaaaah! Y…yes, just like that Spike!

Scratch and win!”

We both keep being licked and thrust respectively for about fifteen minutes. After that I thought we’d switch places, but…well…Spike’s a dragon full of surprises.

“W-what are those!?”

“Wow…he has two.”

Before our eyes there are two thick and throbbing masts of hard dragon flesh.

It is quite obvious what’s going to happen now all I can say is

“Huzzah, now the fun has been doubled.”

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At the end of it all, of all the licking and rubbing, of all the pounding and thrusting, there are two exhausted mares lying on the floor hugged by a huge purple dragon with green spines.

We both, pink and white mares pant heavily while our hind legs rub softly against each other as if trying to get rid of an annoying itch.

“That was amazing.”

“Yes…it truly was.”

Being the only mare in the room Rarity replies to my comment. We’re both really tired and a bit embarrassed, I mean, after all the things we did there aren’t many secrets left between us.

We still laugh a little, we’re still really happy about what just happened. But after a few moments afterwards, when the reality of the situation kicks in, we both get serious.

“Hey, Rarity….do you think Spike loves any of us?”

“…No…it looks like it when we’re in the middle of it. But that’s just an illusion. He loves something or somepony else…I guess, we just resemble it.”

“Oh…is that so?”

We both keep quiet for a while…staring both at the same ceiling of my bathroom.

“Hey, Rarity.”

“Yes?”

“Do you think it is alright?”

Rarity rolls to her side and looks at me in the eyes. The whole floor of my bathroom is covered with water. Dozens of liters of water have made it through the hole that Rarity made in the wall when she came decided to send Spike to the hospital.

“What do you mean? The fact that we’re having sex with a dragon?”

“No.”

“Maybe that we’re still having sex with him after he cheated on both of us?”

“No, that isn’t either.”

“Then what is it?”

Now it’s me who looks her in the eyes.

“It is alright if we three stay together if that other somepony he loves doesn’t show up after tomorrow?”

Rarity looks at me baffled by my comment. I guess she must think I’m joking. She laughs a little.

“Pinkie, dear, that’s obvious.

I thought you’d know about the most important rule in this kind of situation.

You snooze you lose.”

TO BE CONTINUED!!