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Jazz Night (RarityxNoteworthy)
Jazz Night
(Rarity x Noteworthy)
Requested by: SuperRob45
It was a quarter to midnight when Noteworthy finally finished his song. As the last few brash notes left his saxophone, the crowd began to stomp their hooves upon the wooden floor, filling the small tavern with a near deafening sound. He smiled and bowed down slightly, taking in his audience’s adoration in full; another successful night.
His eyes slowly scanned his surroundings; it seemed that half the town was here. The Galloping Mare almost seemed to be overflowing with ponies; some more inebriated than others. Among the crowd, he could see Ponyville’s resident clockmaker, Time Turner, at the poker table along with Comet Tail, Pokey, and Caramel. From the look on Turner’s face, he seemed to be winning the game. Sitting at the bar was Thunderlane, who was accompanied by his marefriend, Cloud Chaser. They were giving each other that googly eyed look that seemed to affect most couples whilst enjoying a couple of mugs of hard cider. In truth, Noteworthy never thought him, or even her for that matter, to be the lovey-dovey type. At the center of the room, sitting on one of the tables, was Lyra and her friend Bon-Bon. They were laughing about something that Noteworthy could not make out.
Full house tonight, he mused to himself as he began to pack his instrument, affectionately dubbed ‘Ole’ Saxy’. He softly placed Saxy in her case, careful not to be rough so as to not dent the brass finish. As he locked the lid in place, he heard the sound of heavy hoofsteps behind him. Turning around, he saw that that they belonged to the tavern keep, a stallion by the name of Bar Tap. He was a thick, burly bastard of an earth pony; a retired sailor who had seen many sorts of adventures during his youth. The harsh marks of age could be seen in his face, but it had certainly not affected the large muscles that made up his body.
“Another great show tonight, kid” he said in a gruff voice; a side effect of his affinity for Hoofvana cigars, “Yer certainly the natural.”
The blue stallion chuckled at the compliment. “All part of the job,” he smirked he placed the strap that carried his instrument case over his neck. “Anyways, I gotta get going.”
“Already?” asked Bar Tap, slightly disappointed. “Sure you don’t want a mug before you go? On the house.”
Noteworthy shook his head. “Can’t, already made a promise.”
“Ah, I get it.” Bar Tap smiled. “Isn’t yer anniversary tomorrow?”
Noteworthy smiled and nodded. “One year.”
“Ha! That long, eh? Surprised she ain’t thrown yer lazy flank out into the street.”
The musician frowned at this, but the firm pat on the shoulder that Bar Tap gave him some relief. “Relax kid; I’m just playin’ with ya. Now git outta here; wouldn’t want to keep that mare waiting.”
“Alright, see you next Saturday then.” With that, he began to make his way to the door before being interrupted by his boss’ boisterous voice.
"YA BETTER SHOW HER A GOOD TIME, OR THEY’LL BE TARTARUS TO PAY!”
Noteworthy smiled and waved back at the loud stallion and continued towards the entrance. On his way, he stopped by the poker table. Judging from the sly smile on his face, Time Turner was once again on the verge of robbing the poor souls playing with him of their chips. He examined the clock maker’s hand carefully and smiled.
“Four Aces” he said calmly. The other three ponies looked at him, then at each other and simultaneously folded their hands. Time Turner cursed out loud, angry at the loss of an easy win. He turned towards the pony that ruined his game, intent on giving a verbal thrashing but by that time, Noteworthy had already exited the tavern and ended up on the dark streets of Ponyville. He took a deep breath, savoring the fresh night air after being in that haze of cigarette smoke for hours.
As soon as his lungs were filled with fresh air, the blue pony began walking down the main street. It was as silent as a wake. Most of the townsponies were either asleep, in the tavern, or partaking in other “activities.” As far as he could tell, he was the only one walking the streets. Thankfully, Ponyville wasn’t anything like Manehattan or Fillydelphia. He felt safe despite being alone in the dark. Noteworthy enjoyed these country nights immensely; it was always so quiet and peaceful.
After a few minutes of walking down the lonely street, the musician finally arrived at his intended destination. It was not his own home, but it still held a special place in his heart; his second home. The exterior was shaped into that of an oversized carousel, not at all dissimilar to those that one could find in any fairground. The garish colors that adorned the walls once made his eyes bleed when he glanced at it, but now, the sight of them gave him a warm feeling in his chest.
He approached the brown wooden door and turned the knob; locked, of course. Thankfully, he knew the solution to the predicament he was facing. The stallion looked down at his hooves, spotting the square placemat that read “Welcome”. He pulled the top right corner of the mat with his teeth, smiling a bit when he spotted his prize. It was a small, shiny silver key; the spare. Holding down the corner with his hoof, Noteworthy picked up the key with his mouth, wincing at the metallic aftertaste. He brought it to the metal lock situated above the knob and inserted it into the slot.
Noteworthy turned the key until he heard a satisfying click. Satisfied with his accomplishment, he pulled the key out of its home and placed it back under the mat. Once again, he turned the knob; this time, it turned completely and the door squeaked open. He quickly entered the boutique and closed the door behind him.
As expected, all the lights were turned off. However, Noteworthy had definitely not expected the rows of small, lit candles; each placed parallel to each other as they created a sort of path towards the stairs that led to the second floor. Each one gave off a faint smell of lavender; a definitely pleasant smell. There was another peculiar thing that caught his eye: a venerable army of rose petals. Like the candles, they were placed in a way that they all led to the stairs.
“Well, this is strange,” Noteworthy muttered to himself. Slowly, he followed the petal trail towards the staircase, noticing that there were more of them on the steps. Curiosity got the best of him and so he began his ascent towards the second floor.
It wasn’t long before he reached the second floor. The same sight that he witnessed downstairs greeted him as he stared down the hallway before him. This time, the long procession of candles led to a single door; a door that he had become familiar with for the past year. He approached it silently, taking care in not making any noise that might disturb his mare’s beauty sleep. When he reached the door, however, he saw that it was slightly ajar with a faint light shining through the crack. Slowly, he pushed it open, wincing as it made a slight creaking sound.
However, out of all the strange sights that confronted him in the boutique, what he was witnessing now put them all to shame.
In front of him, lying on the large four poster bed that he had laid on many times, was his mare. She had not been sleeping as he had expected; no, she was wide awake, it seemed.
“Hello, darling,” purred Rarity.
Noteworthy began to feel heat creeping into his cheeks as he took in the sight of his marefriend. His eyes took in the sight of the unicorn before him. She was wearing a black, silky dress that cut just above her flanks. Wrapped around her hips were a pair of black lacy panties that accentuated her luscious curves.
“Uh...” was all that Noteworthy could say as his eyes looked over her beautiful body. He could feel his heart rate skyrocket and his breathing quicken as the mare in front of him began to giggle.
“Are you merely going to stand there all night, or are you coming to bed?”
It seemed like months had passed before Noteworthy could form cohesive syllables. “What...what is this?” he managed to eek out, his mouth feeling as dry as the Saddle Arabian desert.
She stretched out along the bed, somehow making her look much gorgeous than before. “Well, in about,” she glanced towards the small clock on the nightstand next to the bed, “two minutes it shall be exactly one year since we first began this relationship. However, I thought ‘why wait a whole day to indulge when we can do it much earlier?’ So, here we are.”
Noteworthy couldn’t help but smirk at this, that smirk that she absolutely enjoyed. “So, you planned all this?”
“Well, I don’t mean to brag, but yes.”
He chuckled; “Aren’t anniversaries supposed to be all fancy romantic dinners and go out to the beach and stuff?”
“Oh, there will be time for that later. Besides, I see that another part of you isn’t objecting to this,” her eyes trailed down towards the stallion’s nethers. He looked down as well and saw that his “equipment” was beginning to rise to full mast.
“Well, it seems two of us are excited,” he chuckled.
“You two aren’t the only ones,” Rarity purred, “Now, are you just going to stand there staring at me, or are you coming to bed darling?” She laid her head upon her fore hooves, a look of mock boredom on her face.
“Well, as the wise ponies say, ‘no time like the present.” He unhooked the strap of his instrument case from his neck and gently placed the box on the floor, making sure that his livelihood remained undamaged.
Rarity couldn’t help but to scoff at this. “Honestly,” she said, “sometimes I think you love that saxophone of yours more than you love me.”
A sly smile formed on Noteworthy’s face; “Are you jealous?” he asked.
“What?” she sputtered, “Me? Jealous of an instrument? Preposterous!” Her face began to turn read, while the stallion began to laugh.
“I’m just joking, sweet cheeks. Ole Saxy can’t hold a candle to you.” He began to slowly make his way towards the bed, his steps sounding loudly on the wooden floors. As he reached it, Rarity laid down on her back, ready to embrace him. The stallion happily obliged, climbing on top of the soft mattress and wrapping his forelegs around her back, a move she reciprocated.
Their lips immediately met as they embraced, the aroma of her lavender perfume entering his nostrils; a pleasant scent to say the least. He could taste the sweet residue of strawberries on her lips as they kissed. Their lips remained pressed together until Noteworthy felt a tongue slide across his own lips, begging for entrance. He opened his mouth to oblige, and he felt the foreign object probe around the inside of his mouth, feeling every single nook and cranny. His own tongue remained still as he enjoyed the attention he was getting.
Disappointing as it was, the ever pressing need for oxygen forced the two lovers to separate. However, Noteworthy did not stop there. He began to kiss along her jaw, down towards her white neck. The stallion began to suck on the flesh there, causing Rarity to moan softly at his ministrations; oh, how he loved that sound.
His kisses trailed even farther down, down from the neck towards her chest. Each spot that was touched by his lips felt warm on Rarity’s fur. The trail soon came upon the edge of the fabric that hugged the mare’s hips, a noticeable wet spot forming upon it. Noteworthy could smell the scent of the aroused unicorn; it made him all the more excited. Not wanting to waste any more time, his took the edge of her panties with his teeth and began to pull it off. She lifted her bottom in order to make it easier for him to take them off.
With the obstructing fabric finally out of the way, Noteworthy stared at his prize. Her lower lips were already soaking wet and swollen. The thick musky smell was overpowering his nostrils, but he did not mind.
“Are you just going to stare at it the rest of the night?”
Noteworthy looked up and smiled at the impatient look etched on her features. Without needing to be told twice, he tongue dived right into her. The suddenness of his attack made her gasp, but it was immediately replaced a long moan of pleasure.
No matter how many times he drank in her juices, he never got tired of it. He relished exploring every inch of his lover’s flower and basking in the taste of her nectar. His snout rubbed against her exposed clitoris, causing Rarity to squeal in pleasure. Every sound she made, every gasp, every moan, every squeak served only to make him more aroused.
Eventually, much to Rarity’s disappointment, he stopped giving her slit the attention she wanted. “Why… did you stop?” she asked desperately, “I was so close.”
“I think it’s time we got really serious.”
Raity knew all too well what he meant; she gave him a seductive smile. “Well then, let’s not dilly dally anymore.”
Noteworthy began to crawl right back on top of her, only to be stopped by her hoof.
“Aren’t we forgetting something?”
“What are you talking about?” he inquired.
With an annoyed sigh, she used her magic to open a drawer on the nightstand next to the bed. After a bit of rummaging, she procured a small, square plastic wrapper; “This,” she answered.
The stallion rubbed the back of his head and laughed embarrassingly; “Oh right. That.”
He took the wrapper and began to apply the protective sheath whilst a seemingly bored Rarity began to inspect her hooves. After a minute or so, the blue earth pony re-assumed his former position above his love, positioning himself above her entrance.
“Ready?” he asked. His answer came in the form of a soft kiss upon his lips. Slowly, he began to push himself into her, causing both ponies to moan. They remained connected that way for a bit, enjoying the pleasurable feeling they were experiencing. Soon, Noteworthy pulled himself out until only the head remained inside and then pushed back in. As Rarity squealed, he felt her insides clench his pride, causing his pleasure to grow.
Eventually, he began to work up a rhythm, thrusting into her slowly at first. Their bodies began to heat up, causing them to sweat profusely. The otherwise quiet room began to fill with the sounds of their intense love making.
The two lovers stared longingly into each other’s eyes, and their lips joined together in a longer embrace. Their tongues swirled around each other, neither vying for complete dominance. As they kissed, Noteworthy began to pick up the pace in his thrusting. Rarity broke this kiss as she began to pant uncontrollably. Her hind legs wrapped around his back, pulling him deeper into her. He reached down towards her clit and began to rub it, intent on pleasuring her even further. Her small pants were replaced with long, primal guttural sounds that surprised even Noteworthy.
“Yes! Right there! Oh Goddess!” Noteworthy could feel that she was about to reach her peak soon. Her walls were beginning to grip his member tighter than before. He began to gyrate his hips, which made her shriek.
“Getting close, babe?” he whispered into her ear.
“Yes! Please don’t stop, my love!” She wrapped her forelegs around his neck and dragged him down for another kiss.
Eventually, her climax hit her like a ton of bricks. She let out a loud scream, uncaring as to whether her neighbors could hear. Wave upon wave of pure, undiluted pleasure wracked her sensitive body, and rush of fluids began to flow out of her slit. The stallion thrust into her a few more times, his own orgasm finally hitting him. With a loud grunt, he shoved his stallionhood deep into her and released him love. Thankfully, the strong plastic that was covering him prevented any of his seed from entering her womb.
They remained laying there, basking in the afterglow. Eventually, he pulled out of her and settled beside her, wrapping his strong fore legs around her. They did not say anything, opting instead to merely lay there in each other’s warmth.
Eventually, Noteworthy broke the silence permeating the bedroom; “So, best Anniversary present yet?”
She pondered for a moment before answering. “Well, so far yes. Though, there are still more Anniversaries coming.”
He chuckled and planted a kiss upon her forehead. “I love you babe.”
“And I love you, my jazz colt. Now,” she pushed him so that he was on his back and she on top of him, “ready for round two?”
He gulped; this was going to be a long night.
Author's Note
This took me much longer than I wanted, and I apologize greatly for that.
Pax's Big Clop Request Collection
Tired Eyes (TwilightxSpike)
Tired Eyes
(Twilight x Spike)
Requested by firespacer
The Ponyville Library, best known for it’s rather impressive collection of written works by both contemporary and ancient authors, stood quietly in the sleepy little town. From the exterior, one would think that whoever inhabited the tree/building would have been fast asleep at that particular time of the night. However, they would have been wrong. In fact in this night, one soul was still quite awake, despite everypony having gone to bed.
Piles of books upon books, writing quills worn down to their nubs, a dimly lit room almost encased by darkness, several used candles melted down to their bases littering the desk, and a half eaten daisy sandwich that had long lost any semblance of warmth.
Just a normal night for Twilight Sparkle, Ponyville’s resident librarian and prized student of Celestia herself.
It began as it always had: a rather interesting idea had suddenly popped up in her head. The details surrounding its formation and eventual conquest of her brain are trivial at best; though she did remember that it had something to do with using magic as a way to turn simple threads of silk into gold. As always she felt that a bit of light research into this particular topic was in order. However her definition of light research was not exactly the same as everypony else’s. For Twilight, researching was not just a hobby; it was also a way of life. Her life was dedicated to pouring over old tomes and scrolls, learning more about the nature of magic and its many practical uses.
Thus here she was, alone in her bedroom, hunched over a desk and not a care for the consequences of a long cramming session.
A long yawn escaped her throat as she finished her copy of ‘Applied Transformation Magic’ and began to read ‘Alchemy and Magic: A Simple Guide.’ A normal pony would have taken this as a cue to cease all notion of reading and move themselves towards their bed to rest. However, Twilight was already use to studying long hours in the night until the sun rose the very next day, something even her dear teacher had spoken against. ‘Studying will not be useful if you go blind,’ she would tell her, ‘There is no shame in taking a break and resting your eyes once in a while.’
Twilight did improve somewhat; she took a few minutes of rest in morning.
Her eyes strained as they scanned the book’s pages in the dim light of the candle. Around this point the candle was nearing the end of its proverbial life and Twilight would soon need to replace it. There was a table lamp sitting in front of her but the light bulb had burned out a while ago. Instead of replacing it however she felt that this study session took more precedence over some as trivial as replacing a simple bulb.
Looking back, she realized that that was a rather foolish line of thought.
Another yawn rose out of her mouth. Her eyes were beginning to feel heavier by the second. Twilight’s eyes moved slowly to the clock sitting on the nightstand next to her bed. Due to the darkness permeating the room, the face was indiscernible. Twilight reached out with her magic enveloping the clock with a purple aura. She brought the device to her face, giving her a better view of the numbers.
She mumbled softly;“11: 30,” It came as a bit of surprise to her; she had expected to have been much later. “I think I can squeeze a few more minutes in. What do you think, Owlowiscious?” She turned towards her feathered pet and secondary assistant. She received no answer; the owl’s eyes were closed and it stood still on top of its perch. “And here I thought you were nocturnal,” she said, her exhaustion apparent in her voice, “...might have to study that later.”
At this time of the night, most of the ponies in the small town had already turned in for the night, but not Twilight. For her, sleep was something of a trivial matter; a distraction to take her mind off of her books. Sure, there was that whole business of the dangers of sleep deprivation. Sure, maybe not sleeping might lead to some rather dire consequences. Sure, closing her eyes and allowing Luna into her dreams would be a wise choice.
Unfortunately, none of those thoughts ran through her already impressive brain. She was too busy and she wasn’t about to let sleep get in the way of her research.
“I can always rest my eyes during the afternoon,” she mumbled as she closed the book in front of her. The next book on the pile was a large old tome that she had found in the library’s storage. On the cover was the title 'Advanced Alchemy and Transformation Magic: Unabridged Edition' in large, decorated letters. Twilight smiled, thoroughly pleased that she had discovered a book like this outside of the Canterlot Library.
However, as she was about to peruse its contents, which were no doubt full of fascinating knowledge, the candle had finally reached the end of its short life span. The whole bedroom was thrown into near blackness, the only source of light at that moment coming from Luna’s beautiful moon going through her window. Unfortunately for Twilight, this wasn’t enough to illuminate the pages of her tome.
As such, she repeated the same procedure she had done throughout this night and many more. With her magic she opened one of the drawers of her desk and brought out a spare candlestick whilst removing the used candle and placing it among the other used pieces of wax.
She focused her magic, attempting to conjure up a simple flame spell to light up the young candle. A procedure like this required a fair amount of caution, however, since any mistake could lead to dire consequences, one of which was a charred mane. Even so, Twilight was perhaps one of, if not the most gifted magic users in the entire kingdom. Such a simple spell such as this one posed no challenge to her whatsoever.
At least, it wouldn’t pose that great of a challenge had she not been interrupted by three firm knocks assailing her bedroom door. What made this minor interruption worse was the fact that the sudden noise startled her, causing her to miss the candle and hit the dry, wooden desk. The room became alight due to the glow of the fire while Twilight desperately tried to snuff its life, preventing it from spreading all over the library.
“Twilight, you okay in there?” came a deep, familiar voice from behind the door. It was a voice that she had been familiar with since her fillyhood.
“Yes, what is it? I’m very busy right now,” she shot back as she put out the last remaining embers on her once pristine desk.
“I, uh, brought you some snacks. Figured you were getting kinda hungry,” replied the voice in a gentle tone.
At that, Twilight’s stomach began to rumble loudly. Maybe a bit of food wasn’t such a terrible idea at that moment. “Alright, come in,” she said with a small sigh.
The door opened slowly, allowing a growing sliver of light to enter the darkened room. On the other side stood a most interesting creature. In a town inhabited mostly by ponies, this one individual stood out from the standard cookie cutter townsfolk. He was a dragon, as well as Twilight’s number one assistant; his name was Spike.
“Wow, it’s really dark in here,” Spike mused as he entered Twilight’s bedroom, a small plate sitting on one of his claws. As he neared the unicorn, Twilight could focus more on his appearance, despite how dark it was.
He had most certainly grown over the years; he now stood much taller over Twilight and their friends, almost reaching Princess Celestia’s height. The spines on his back and head, once as small as a unicorn’s horn, now protruded outwards like spike. Also on his back was a pair of wings that were currently folded into place.
“I was about to light a new candle before you knocked,” Twilight responded, “What did you bring?”
Spike approached the desk and placed the fine china on top of it. “Some apple fritters that Applejack brought over.” His eyes fell upon the plate containing the frigid remains of a once pristine daisy sandwich; “Though, it looks like you’re already covered.”
Twilight’s eyes followed his own, falling upon the cold plate. She had completely forgotten her sandwich in the midst of her intellectual journey. She winced a bit inside. Spike had made this sandwich exactly to her specifications: easy on the daisies, crust cut off, and just a hint of daffodil thrown in. It was, for lack of a better term, perfect, certainly a far cry from the pathetic remains that lay forgotten for most of the night.
“Oh,” she said, “I must have forgotten.” She levitated one of the fritters up to her nose. It smelled utterly delectable, making her mouth water in anticipation. She took a small bite off the crunchy treat, relishing in the sweet and wonderful taste. Unlike the sandwich before it, it was still completely warm, leaving a pleasurable feeling inside Twilight’s mouth. She swallowed the piece, smacking her lips in delight.
“My goodness, these are fantastic!” exclaimed Twilight, “thank you, Spike.”
The dragon rubbed the back of his head and blushed. “Heh, well technically, I didn’t make them,” he conceded, “you oughta thank AJ for that.” He began to examine the setup Twilight had made for herself on her desk: the stack of books, the used up candles, the charred spot on the table.
“How long you’ve been here anyway?” he asked.
Twilight threw another glance towards the clock, which now sat in plain view of the unicorn.
“12:35,” she said in a plain voice. She turned towards the dragon towering above her; “about nine hours, maybe ten.”
Spike sighed and shook his head in disapproval. “You know, you’re gonna end up blind if you keep doing that,” he explained in a slightly derisive tone.
“Doing what?” asked Twilight, but she soon realized what he meant; “Oh.”
“I’m surprised that you haven’t gotten to the point where you need glasses,” Spike continued, “like Rarity did.”
“Well to be fair,” Twilight added, “dress making tends to require intense concentration, therefore leading to serious eye strain which is a direct cause of diminishing eyesight.” She smiled, seemingly pleased with herself.
“And reading doesn’t?” Spike queried. Twilight dropped her smile almost instantaneously; he definitely had a point there. Perhaps she should put down her books a while and rest her eyes, at least for a day or two. Besides, what good was studying about the world around her if she did not have the eyes to do so?
“You’re right, Spike,” she conceded, “it’s about time for us to go to bed anyway.”
The dragon smiled, pleased that he managed to get through to her. “Alright then, I’ll just take these plates down to the kitchen and then we’ll hit the rack.”
The unicorn smiled and nodded in affirmation. “Sounds like a great plan,” said Twilight.
As she said that, the dragon turned towards the door and began to head downstairs, ready to finally end the night’s chores. However, he was stopped by the sound of somepony clearing her throat behind him.
“Aren’t you forgetting something?” he heard Twilight ask. He turned and came face to face with a dissatisfied unicorn peering straight into his eyes. Spike quickly figured out what she meant and smiled embarrassingly. He approached her, placing one of his claws on the back of her head gently, and softly pulled her towards him. Their lips met, melding together in loving harmony.
There was a time when the mere thought of being this close to her number one assistant was strange and, quite frankly, preposterous. Spike had always looked up to her as a sister, and she saw him as little brother second only to her BBBFF. However, as the years passed, and Spike began to grow into young adulthood (at least in pony standards), she began seeing him in a different light. The way he completed any task she bestowed upon him, no matter how much he loathed it and always did everything he could to make her happy, it made her feel more and more attached to her assistant.
As the days passed, her attachment began to manifest itself as something much stronger than she originally believed. She would never stop thinking about him, or how he served her as a knight would serve his or her monarch. She did everything she could to make him happy, as he did for her. Eventually, her deductive mind came to one startling revelation: she had fallen in love with her assistant.
At first, she was afraid; she had fallen for one whom she saw a little brother. She had raised Spike ever since she hatched him during her evaluation years ago. She tried her damndest to repress such thoughts, but to no avail. No matter what she did, no matter what technique short of a full memory wipe spell she used to be rid of her feelings, Spike still had a metaphorical grip on her thoughts. It was not until Spike, who had noticed a peculiar change in behavior and confronted her about it, that she finally confessed to the dragon about her feelings for him.
She was surprised that instead of being greeted with a look of disgust, she was greeted with a pair of scaly lips upon her own; the very same lips that she tasted at the very moment.
The need for oxygen forced the two lovers to separate. Twilight opened her eyes, smiling as her dragon smiled back at her. Immediately afterwards, their mouths closed in again. Unlike the first gentle melding of lips, this kiss was more carnal and frantic. It was as if an outside force had possessed the both of them, lighting a roaring fire inside their bodies. Spike was taken aback when he suddenly felt Twilight’s small tongue invade his mouth. It always surprised him how forward she could get, despite her usual calm demeanor.
He closed his eyes and allowed her to explore every inch of his large mouth. Occasionally, his long forked tongue would brush up against hers as a form of approval.
Twilight abruptly broke the kiss when she felt something hard and warm rise up between them. She looked down and smiled seductively at what she saw; “Someone’s excited,” she said. During the kiss, Spike’s dragonhood had slipped out of its hiding place and was already at full mast. The dragon blushed and rubbed the back of his head with a scaly claw, laughing embarrassedly.
“Well, he does get pretty excited when you act all, well, sexy,” he confessed.
“Not that it’s a bad thing,” Twilight reassured. To prove her point, she planted a kiss on the tip, causing the tall dragon to let out a sharp gasp.
Who are you and what have you done with Twilight, Spike thought to himself. “Jeez Twi, a bit too excited aren’t we?”
“Well, you know what they say: too much studying can make a mare go crazy,” she explained.
“Wait, no ever said that.”
“Just shut up and get on the bed.” She frowned at him and point at the furniture in question to prove her point. Spike had no choice but to oblige her. She definitely needed some stress relief, and he was going to give it to her. As her assistant and dragonfriend lied down on his back, she clambered on top of him, resuming the kiss that was interrupted by his little “friend.” As they made out, the unicorn began to rub her already soaking sex against his shaft, causing him to moan softly.
She continued grinding against him, gasping as a pleasurable tingling shot up from her loins through her whole body. It was a feeling that she could never achieve in the days when Spike had to leave for Canterlot on royal business when she used her hoof to pleasure herself. It felt….wonderful, as if he was made to make her feel this good.
She didn’t have time to muse on this as she soon found herself being flipped onto her back. She did not have time to complain as she began feeling Spike leave a trail of kisses downwards towards her moist marehood. Before pressing, Spike looked up at Twilight, who gave him a look that clearly said “you better keep going or else.” Without any delay, Spike ran his long tongue over Twilight’s swollen flower, causing her to moan in delight. The pleasure she felt was suddenly cranked up two-fold as the dragon began lapping at her most precious spot.
“Oh Spike…” she eeked out, curling her hooves into the bedsheets. Spike continued with his ministrations, lapping the sweet nectar that leaked out of her slit. Eventually, he inserted his appendage into her and began swirling it around her inner walls. The unicorn lifted her hoof to her mouth and bit on it to muffle her squeals of joy; for a calm, studious mare, she tended to get rather…loud during their moments of intimacy.
Occasionally, Spike’s snout brushed up against Twilight’s clit, eliciting a few muffled screams of pleasure to escape her throat. As the dragon continued to probe her insides, Twilight began to feel a familiar pressure building up in her abdomen.
Already? she thought to herself. She definitely did not want this moment to end, but it seemed that her climax was rapidly approaching. Try as she might, she could not hold off; the fact that Spike had begun to suckle on her clit did not help matters much.
However, she was aggravated when her lover suddenly ceased his assault. She pulled herself up and glared at the dragon below her. “You better have a good reason for- oh.” Twilight’s line of thought derailed when she saw Spike crawling towards her until he was on top of her.
“We don’t want you getting tuckered out before we get to the good part, do we?” he answered sincerely, a sly smile etched upon his features.
Twilight smiled and planted a small kiss on his scaly lips. “I love you,” she said.
Spike positioned himself so that his member stood directly in front of her entrance. He looked up, waiting for her permission to enter her. No matter how many times they had done this, he always acted like a gentledragon when it came to pleasuring her. She smiled and nodded, which gave the dragon all the incentive he needed.
Slowly, he inserted his shaft into her sex, moaning in pleasure as the walls clenched around his member. Twilight’s breath came out in sharp pants as she felt his large shaft slowly fill her up until she was completely stuffed. To say that she loved this feeling of fullness was an understatement; no matter how many times they made love (and they most certainly did), she never tired of having her dragon inside of her like this.
Soon, Spike managed to bury his entire length up to his hilt. Before continuing further, he looked at Twilight’s face again, seeking another approval from the mare below him. Twilight reached her head up to him and planted a small upon his lips, urging him to continue. Slowly, he pulled out of the librarian, leaving only the tip in, before he quickly slammed into her. She yelped in surprised before going into a series of squeals and moans as her assistant began to thrust regularly into her sex.
The feeling was amazing, to say the least. There were many things that made Twilight feel so wonderful: her friends, her family, her teacher, the wonders of reading old tomes and books, the pursuit of new knowledge and an even deeper understanding on how the world that surrounds them works. At this moment, however, they all paled to the feeling of Spike, the drake who won her heart, making love to her. The pressure that had faltered when Spike stopped eating her came back in full force, threatening to break Twilight’s floodgates.
“Oh Goddess, Spike….” She moaned loudly as Spike hit a sensitive inside her, causing the pleasure to skyrocket. Spike began to rock his hips faster, with Twilight moving hers to meet him. The exertion made her sweat profusely, making her normally clean fur moist and matted down to her skin. At this moment, however, any thoughts of hygiene and appearances were swept from her mind.
“Twi…I’m getting close,” Spike said, thrusting ever so faster. She could feel his length twitching inside her, ready to burst at any moment.
“Me too…inside,” she gasped out. Before their relationship became more intimate, Twilight, always the studious pony, had done exhaustive research on dragon and pony biology. What surprised her, and what made it all the more sweeter, was that it was virtually impossible for two completely different species to conceive an offspring, unless with the assistance of magic. Therefore, the risk of a pregnancy arising from their lovemaking sessions was none.
“You sure?”
“No questions, do it.” She squealed again, her ecstasy at the breaking point. When Spike began to massage her exposed clit, her gates were thrown open. With a scream, she arched her back and climaxed, coating Spike’s dragonhood with her sweet nectar. Wave upon wave of pure bliss washed over her as she gripped the bed sheets as if holding on for dear life. As her orgasm began to slowly die down, Spike thrust a few more times into her before burying himself deep with a grunt and releasing his warm seed into the unicorn, coating her insides.
The lovers, exhausted by their combined orgasms, collapsed on the soft bed; Spike lying beside Twilight so as to not hurt her with his body weight. They stayed there for a while, content in lying in each other’s embrace, the only sound in the room being their combined panting. For Twilight, this was the best part of their session, being able to look into the eyes of her assistant, her dragon.
“Feeling relaxed now?” asked Spike, breaking the silence between them. He stroked her mane with his claw, which sent shivers down her spine. She returned the gesture by rubbing his cheek with her hoof.
“You can say that,” she replied with a sly smirk, “if were a princess, I’d make you the Royal Stress Reliever.”
Spike chuckled; “Maybe you should be a princess. Elysium knows that you’ve done enough for that title.”
The unicorn’s face scrunched up in thought, as if she were considering it. “Nope, not for me. Besides, who would run the library?” she said suddenly.
“Heh, well that’s what I do for the most part.”
Twilight planted a kiss on his forehead; “And that’s why I love you.”
The dragon responded by pulling the mare towards him and capturing her lips in a kiss.
“Likewise,” he said as they separated, “now let’s get some sleep.”
As if on cue, Twilight yawned loudly; it seemed their session took a lot out of them. “Good idea, Spikey,” she said, using her little pet name for the dragon that she shamefully stole from her fashionista friend, “I’ll see you in the morning.”
As they began to fall asleep, the librarian took one last look at the figure before her and smiled. Truly, the Goddess had smiled upon her and granted her this wonderful dragon to be hers and hers alone. As her tired eyes became heavier and heavier, she exhaled one last word before drifting off to sleep: “Spike….”
FIN
Author's Note
I'M BACK, MOFOS!
Dear Lord, this took me waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaayyyyyyyyyyyy longer than I wanted, and I apologize for that. Hopefully, my next story won't take as long......but I make no promises.