Carousel Boutique stood placidly and inconspicuously in the midst of Ponyville on another average day. Strangely, the dress shop was closed and locked tight, curtains drawn, doors barred, and signs proclaiming that it would be closed until tomorrow. Also unusually, Sweetie Belle was under pain of severe scolding to not bring the Cutie Mark Crusaders by, and even Opalescence had been bundled off to Fluttershy's place. Within Rarity was alone. With Spike.
“Ah!” Rarity sighed, a slight quaver running through her voice. Her lips were mere inches away from Spike's, his tongue still lingering just outside of her mouth. “Y-yes... Kiss me agai- mmmmph...” Before she could finish her passionate plea, Spike's hungry lips were on hers once more. Spike's hands were on her cheeks, holding her close while his tongue occasionally pressed against the inside of her cheek. Proving herself more than a match for her paramour Spike's own cheeks bulged lightly as she pressed her tongue around inside Spike's mouth.
Spike's fingers flexed against Rarity's jawline, somewhere between a firm massage and a possessive squeeze. He let his long, draconic tongue unspool and fill Rarity's mouth. A little thrill of delight filled him as he watched her eyes grow wider for a second. He had it. He could really surprise a mare. Everything was falling into place.
Spike could never have known that his every desire could be had just by giving up a little trinket. That fire ruby, while well-aged and undoubtedly delicious-looking, was still just a gem that could probably be found again. He got it while living in a heartland backwater village, after all.
He had given it away to the mare he loved, hoping to earn only her favor and kindness. He could take the steps slowly. Dragons could think in the long term, and then some. But that one gesture seemed to form the tipping point. Rarity didn't think of the gem the way he did. He saw a snack and could reasonably guess the difficulty of finding another one. She saw a beautiful treasure, a rare and wonderful thing that was quite precious. The the importance she assigned to it made the giving all the more meaningful.
The courtship had started before he even knew it was happening. She started responding to his clumsy attempts at swag and debonair actions, with real appreciation and not with kind insincerity. Her spa days were soon their special days, with his fawning attention building the image in her mind of a devoted lover who was her ideal mate. Not a pony, not a prince, not even a very suave and experienced fellow. He wasn't what she thought she wanted, but she wanted him.
They played at coyness and innocence for a good while, dancing around the issue and kissing hooves or cheeks with lots of blushing. They were toying with each others emotions, as well as their own. Spike was a horny and hormonal adult with a head full of porn movies and dirty magazines; Rarity was a naughty devourer of 'acceptable' romance novels and salacious tales of the nobility. Their pumps were primed, and they needed only a spark.
The spark came when a slight turn caught a kiss lips to lips. The heat that rushed through their bodies could ot be hidden. Their reactions showed and they knew the time had come. They were ready but cautious. They arranged a day, made certain they would be alone. Then they got together, to savor a shared sensual experience.
They had parted their kiss while Spike had been reminiscing, Rarity holding his tongue in her lips and letting it slurp lewdly between them. Spike encouraged it by making the withdrawal as slow as possible, popping his brow ridges in a manner he thought was properly slick. Rarity's dark blush encouraged him to go on with the slurping slide between those pouty and luscious lips. He finished the slurp with a soft pop and the tickle of his forked tongue tip against her lips and the tip of her nose. “How may I serve you, m'lady?” Spike asked, bowing deeply.
“My dear Spikey-wikey...” Rarity grandly fell to her side on a large, plush pillow beside her on the ground, lifting a rear leg to exposed her belly. Her pure-white teats bulged out against her lower belly, looking surprisingly full and round. Her magic slowly cupped at them, bouncing them, lightly rolling the nipples while soft moans poured from her mouth. “You have long desired this... I know that you cannot keep your eyes from these. Now put your mouth and hands to use against them.”
Spike's body overpowered the hesitation his mind was trying to impose. He wanted to stand in awe and appreciation of the exposed teats, to stammer and hesitate over finally getting his dream. But he was horny and hyper and had spent all the nights before that moment furiously stroking it to many things, but that included. He leaped forward and brought his hands down solidly onto the wobbling, magically-moved mounds.
Rarity let out a shriek of surprise, expecting the normally-hesitant dragon to be more gentle and halting in his approach. She moaned out after a moment of the eager grasping and squeezing, as well as the tickling licks of that impressively-sized tongue slithering about between the valleys of her teats and over the pebble-solid and aching peaks of her nipples. Her magic faded away, those teats properly cared for and tended to by Spike's less-than-tender ministrations.
It wasn't that Spike was uncaring or cruel, he was simply inexperienced and focused on his own pleasure. He didn't know how much squeezing pressure was acceptable and appropriate. Rarity's continual moaning and gasping gave him no help. She seemed as impressed with his soft kneading and jostling as she was with the two swells being mashed solidly together or the nipples being firmly and quickly tugged on.
He knew one thing, he was enjoying everything, his firm flattening and tender treatment all giving him a chance to play with the fleshy swells he had been desiring for a while. His agile and slippery tongue slid and rubbed over the aching points of pink flesh at the peak of her alabaster alps. He considered something for a moment, a grin crossing his face as he let his tongue slither out and around the bases of her teats. He made sure they were wrapped up securely before he pulled the tongue taut, squeezing the trapped teats tightly.
“Oh my! M-my word! Spike darling!” Rarity rolled onto her back as her teats were squeezed, in a manner she found novel and quite interesting. Not even the spiciest novels had ever mentioned such things. They had never involved dragons but even so... Spike was quite creative. Had he more experience than his pageboy looks indicated? “H-have you practiced this with another?”
Spike's tongue squeezed hard one last time and let loose suddenly, sliding back into his mouth while he affected a casual look. He was on top of the world. He had just impressed Rarity. “Nope! Thought of it myself. I thought those teats of yours could use a squeeze. I guess it was good.”
“Magnificent!” Rarity squealed, kicking her hind legs and wiggling on her pillow. “Such technique! Never in all my reading did I encounter such a thing! Your invention is quite... ah! Goodness!” She looked down between her front legs and through the valley of her saliva-shined mounds to her sex, where Spike was. His head was close to her marebits, mouth slightly open and tongue tentatively tickling the bulge of her clit and blushing pinkness of her folds.
Spike was on a roll. Paying attention to all those things he had watched and read was paying off in spades. He wasn't constructed like the men in those but Rarity was even more lovely than the starlets, at least in Spike's eyes. His long and agile tongue was the perfect tool for fiddling female folds, especially the bumping of her button. He pushed at the clit from all the various angles, and used more of the body of his tongue to slide and grind down against the dewy folds of her fluttering sex.
The forks of his tongue eventually became the sole manipulators of Rarity's fleshy bulb, the rest of his slippery, smooth tongue sawing along the lips of her sex, folding over itself to slowly dip in as he ground along the trembling flesh. He only made it as far as the inner lips, not daring to invade the true vault of her sex, at least not with just his tongue. It hardly seemed appropriate. It was fine for teasing but there were other tools for real pleasure.
He gave a few last saws and flicks before pulling his tongue away and giving a firm kiss directly to the rigid button. “Did that please you, m'lady? I think I did well...”
“Darling... come...” Rarity rolled over onto her belly and motioned around to her front. “Let me be good to you, in as great a measure as you have been to me.”
Spike swaggered up to Rarity's head with a shake of his hips and a confident look on his face. He stood before her, crotch at the level of her face, though not showing any activity. “Here you go...”
“Oh my... perhaps... I should have asked... how the anatomy of dragons is constructed...” Rarity said with a tilt of her head. She squinted at the area, confused by the seeming lack of genitalia.
“Ahem,” Spike said into a hand. His other hand reached down and indicated a slit just visible between his legs. It was appropriately long and promised much. “I was kinda focused on you. I didn't have a chance to work myself up. But I swear, just work on that and you'll see what I've got.”
For the first time during the encounter Rarity looked dubious. She couldn't imagine how such anatomy would function, nor could she think why Spike had not grown erect already. She leaned in, however, and nuzzled at the area. She was simply used to the simple and direct anatomy of equids, and would need to become familiar with Spike's draconic parts. She intended to be his lover as long as possible.
Her tongue slipped out and gently licked along the visible slit. She tasted nothing at first, save for the flavor of soap, honeysuckle. She licked again, more firmly, digging at the slit. That rewarded her with the sudden scent and taste of musk, a strong and masculine musk. She was surprised, yet aroused. Even though the scent was not for her kind she was still aroused, head swimming as it filled her senses. Perhaps she was aroused because it was not for her. The very alienness of the scent and taste made it all the more wonderful.
Eventually, the wiggling and twisting of her dainty and silken tongue caused a stirring within the depths of the slit. A muscular flexing pushed her tongue out, along with a smooth and fleshy pouch holding spike's fair-sized testes. Not impressive as far as comparisons to stallions went but not without merit on Spike's diminutive form. The spire of his maleness emerged a moment later, sliding smoothly out and falling over the testicles. It was a tapered piece of pink flesh, with some knobs and ribs on the surface. There was not that much there, but the flaccidity likely was a factor in that. She would help out her lover.
Her ministrations began with his testicles. The salty musk exploded across her tongue and she gasped in delight filling her lungs with more of that spicy, foreign scent, ramping up her excitement. She could feel the warm honey of her arousal flowing from her well-worked sex over her milky thighs and onto the pillow. She buried her face firmly into Spike's crotch, smearing the scent across her face and almost sucking the twin stones into her mouth as she licked and sucked the surface.
Her tongue strayed up the short distance of Spike's shaft. It was a bit confusing for her, with the knobby and ribbed texture, plus the tapering shape with the lack of a crown. As the cock started to firm she could feel a kind of wave shape emerge, a single curve up. Further licking and soft lipping over the rounded tip caused additional growth and rigidity, eventually getting the semi-curved organ to a throbbing firmness. The small knobs stood out, as did the ridges between the rings of knobs. The texturing was very promising, but the size was not. Even as impressive as it looked on his body, it was only on his body. It did not measure up to anything equine. “Oh my... how very... unique...” Rarity said, her passion cooling just slightly.
Spike posed with his fists on his hips, head angled up and a smug smile on his lips as he watched Rarity practically groveling before his dragon dick. “Yea, nothing at all like a pony prick, is it?”
“Oh no!” Rarity said, a bit too quickly, giving a large smile she hoped looked authentic. “I can say that no pony has anything of that... type.” She cleared her throat and motioned to her rear. “Now... let us put this most unique tool to use.”
Spike grabbed his dragon dick and gave it a firm stroking. His youth an inexperience made him start to drip with precum before he even made it all the way around Rarity's body, his legs already trembling. He looked at the deep, marshmallow cleft of Rarity's ass, eying over the star of her anus before drawing his gaze down to his real target. The lips of Rarity's sex were flushed and slightly-spread, her clit in motion out and slightly inward in the famous equine 'winking.' She was calling for him, and he would gladly oblige.
Striding forward he slowly dragged his spitting cock along the flesh between Rarity's puffy anus and the top of her slit, drawing out another quiver and a soft, whimpering moan from Rarity. He drew the hot, sloppy tip down along one lip and down to the mobile bulge, grinding and tickling with the rounded point before sliding back up the opposite lip to the top. He slid down right between both lips, having to insert a short way to touch both folds. With his choice already made he gave a shove of his hips, stabbing his textured dick into Rarity, down to the hilt, balls thumping against her bundle.
Spike took a few smooth and easy thrusts, his fleshy nubs flicking and sawing against Rarity's plump clit with each pass forward and back. The cries and whimpers from Rarity encouraged him to add greater gusto to his pumping prick. His legs weren't the most muscular things in the world but his lusty need was giving him plenty of strength and stamina. The force of his thrusts slammed the broad expanse of his hips against Rarity's padded thighs, his hands desperately grasping at Rarity's Cutie Marks to give him the hold needed to maintain such a determined pace.
Rarity was getting some measure of pleasure from the studded sawing of her clit. The fleshy protuberances were doing the job that nature intended, even if on a wholly different species. Some penile paraphernalia was always universal. However, unique texture could only go so far. Her muscles were practically cramping as she did her best to squeeze down and pull on the less-than-impressive pole. The knobs and ridges worked on the rippled flesh inside her passage but she still could have used a bit more meat. Even the toys she had occasionally used were much more filling, and they had been plainly designed. Copulating with Spike was comparable to throwing a hot dog down a hallway.
The attempts to get more sensation out of the small organ consisted of numerous adjustments in position, Rarity's ass angled askance in every way possible, pushed back, pulled forward, moved in swirls. It was all to no avail. She was still moaning and whimpering, some of it was even honest, but she wasn't pleasured. Her orgasmic path was staggered and occasionally moved backwards as her frustration interrupted her lust. She would have had better luck flicking her own flesh and grinding her hoof against her lips. There at least would have been consistency and a fulfilled expectation. Her equine sex could not bear the undersized tool.
Spike was trying to have a good time with the fulfillment of his fantasies. He was boning the mare of his dreams! He was poking her passionate passage with his primed prick! But there was something very wrong with the whole thing. She was moving more than the mares in the movies, angling her hips in all kinds of uncomfortable ways. And her tunnel, while nice and hot around him, just wasn't feeling right. It wasn't as tight as he had heard it should be. He was only occasionally squeezed and massaged. It was like masturbating with a limp wrist. There was no firm grip or pressure. He had been afraid that his orgasm would strike him fast, but the odd and unpleasant screwing had made him incapable of really getting there. “What's going on? Why are you moving so much?!” He finally shouted, his lustful frustration getting the better of his tact.
“Your penis is simply too small for my marehood!” Rarity cried, candor forced out by her own disappointment and thwarted sexual intentions.
“What?” Spike pulled back and out suddenly, letting his knobby flesh grind across Rarity's clit.
“Ah! That is the saving grace of this encounter! Your textured tallywhacker gives a decent pleasure but I require a proper stretch!” Rarity cried. She continued to move her hips around, under the false impression that Spike was still inside her. “Oh Spikey-wikey!” Rarity moaned, while flexing her empty snatch, “I can feel it inside me.”
Tears stung at the corners of Spike's eyes. Rarity was saying he was... too small for her. He watched her ass in motion again, focused on her greedy pussy. She was still winking, still spread, calling for a substantial penetration. One hand balled into a fist, out of anger and humiliation, trembling from the force of his clenching.
A thought struck him, as he watched the cavernous, capacious cunt waving in front of him, like a tantalizing twat target. He looked down at his fist, then back to her winking slit. Spike brought his fist up beside his head, drawn back as though seeking to deliver a haymaker to her honeypot. It was only one last shred of caring for Rarity that made him moderate his blow, thrusting forward with just enough force to push the bluntness of his fist past the squeezing flesh of her inner lips and into the squeezing, desperate passage.
“Ah! There! Wonderful!” Rarity arched her back, head lifting high and horn letting off little spits of magic. “My word how did you add such a perfect girth? No matter! The job is done and there is still such a lovely feeling,” She said, shoving her hind end back into the sudden fisting, wiggling herself and twisting herself around to get her clit scraped and pressed against the scales of Spike's arm. It wasn't the knobs and ridges but it was a texture.
The shred of concern that had stopped a genuine punch faded away as Rarity spoke again. She was glad that something of substance had plugged up her covetous cock-sleeve. She didn't even care what. The thrusts of his fist increased in speed and depth as he plunged his arms down the squeezing passage. He wasn't quite thinking about an endgame but he probably could have conceivably battered at her cervix to try and teach her a lesson. His disgust grew, however, as each deeper thrust of his fist made her mewl and moan and ask for more. Even his attempts to punish her were a failure. He was a failure as far as she was concerned, only of any use if he could stuff her.
His arm was yanked out of Rarity with a roar of frustration that she mistook for delight. “Oh please do not tell me you have climaxed! I was hoping for more...”
Spike's sexual frustration and humiliated shame drove him to Rarity's face again, her closed eyes ensuring that she didn't see what was coming. He attacked her open mouth with his dick, slapping his hands on her cheeks and pulling her to his crotch. Even so he was just resting on her tongue, barely tickling the threshold of her throat. Spike's sexual frustration tipped the scale, and made his body shudder and surge. A growth spurt caused his cock to grow and sent it right down her throat.
The sudden oral invasion had caught Rarity by surprise, reducing her reaction to little more than a shake of her head and a sudden glance to see Spike attempting to fuck her face. She was also able to see his sudden surge in size, and able to feel the slight choking of a penis that was just a bit more substantial, though still nothing pony-like. “Wha ahh oo dooih?” She choked out, mumbling almost incoherently around the intruding penis.
An additional surge of growth brought forth a louder choke, a real gagging glurk of an invaded throat. Spike had more than doubled in size, all over, and knew it. His lust, like his greed, was molding his body, humiliation and shame spurring a desire to dominate the mare that had slighted him. His hips forced his cock into her mouth and down her throat, despite her sudden fight against it. She did not bite down, but it was doubtful that would do any good. He was a dragon! He would not be pushed around by a mere pony. He forced her to bear the obstruction of her throat for a while longer before he pulled out forcefully, letting out a hard grunt.
Rarity was left panting and drooling slightly, mouth hanging open, tongue dangling limply from her molested maw. That really pleased Spike. He had given her a taste of shame. He added a cherry on top of the sundae with a sudden and firm slap of the saliva-sloppy schlong on one cheek, leaving a spit-imprint in the shape of his draconic member. He slapped he other cheek in a similar manner and let out a deep laugh as Rarity released a soft whimper. She was too shocked by the disrespectful gesture to speak.
The dominion over Rarity and his reversal of the shame brought another surge of growth, making him long, tall, lanky and sized right to handle Rarity as he desired. A hand on her horn stopped her magic, which was weak and hesitating at best to begin with. He continued fondling her horn, which prevented her from focusing on her magic. She knew she was at his mercy. She released a soft cry as she was thrown over onto her side and had her rear legs spread open.
Spike smiled on seeing the large, full pony teats there before him, quivering and vulnerable. With Rarity spread his hand let the leg go and swiftly slapped at her alabaster swells. The slapping did not stop with a single swat but struck over and over, scaled hand firm but moderated. He would not risk bruising those milk-filled mounds, but he wanted to make them flush. The flesh pinked beneath his slaps, which struck with the palm and the back of his hand, from all directions he could muster while still holding her horn.
Though the pain was not extreme Rarity still let out a cry. “Please stop! Please! No!” Rarity's legs pulled up, attempting to cover her teats and protect them from the scale-handed slaps. Her defense was for naught, as Spike had only to push down her legs and then slap before repeating the process. Her fight just made her tired, leg legs too sore to come up and stop the whacks landing on her tenderized teats. He grabbed at one teat and squeezed it hard, nearly squashing it in his hand, suddenly letting go and grabbing just as hard at the other. “Stop it, Spike! Please don't do this!”
“Don't tell me what to do!” Spike cried in his new, deeper voice. Another set of slaps rained down on Rarity's teats. Another pull and manipulation of her body rolled her back onto her belly, and his hand slapped down solidly across both cheeks of her creamy ass. The whimpering cry from Rarity drew out a pleasured growl from Spike and encouraged him to rain down further spanks, again using his palm and the back of his hand, striking both cheeks, and then alternating cheeks. “Naughty ponies deserve to be spanked,” Spike said sadistically.
His punishing slaps were not restricted to the modestly-fleshy cheeks of Rarity's derriere, he palm-slapped and back-handed his way down her thighs and back up again, ignoring her tail when it swept in to try and protect herself. After one too many hair-blocked swats he snorted out a puff of green smoke and gave a solid set of smacks down on Rarity's cutie marks. Having a set of targets amused the enlarged dragon, turning his chastisement of Rarity's use of her tail into a game of precisely spanking and tanning her cutie marks, without leaving more than a flush. Like a game, a game of punishment and abusing Rarity's body without passing to bruising.
The burning ache radiating through her glowing-pink backside, hips and teats had brought tears to Rarity's eyes. She whipped her head around and cried out, “Help! Please stop this! I'm so sorry I said those things but you must stop! H-help!” It was to no avail; she had had Twilight apply a soundproofing spell in preparation for passionate cries. Even if her horn had been free she never could have dispelled an enchantment made by a unicorn of Twilight's power.
Spike snorted again, adding a deep, threatening rumble through his chest. “You're not sorry! You never would have said it if you didn't mean it,” He growled. Spike dropped to his knees with a heavy, floor-shaking thump, leaning over slightly and raising up his sinuous, spade-ended tail. His balls still dangled down, and his much-expanded curved shaft was in view. With his tail up the puckered ring of his ass was also visible. “Kiss my ass...”
The tight tail bud grew more and more visible to Rarity's shocked eyes as Spike pulled her in and forced her screaming face against the smooth, warm scales of his ass. Her mouth was mashed right up against the musky star. As with his slit there was a scent of masculinity, grown heavier, more dominant with his new stature. “No! This is wrong, this is horri- mmph!” Rarity's tongue lashed hotly across the anus by accident and she made an effort to yank her head away, mouth closing tightly.
“You'd better get to kissing...” Spike snarled, the spade on his tail quickly coming down to paddle Rarity's struggling backside. He pushed her mouth against his rear end again, a soft moan pouring out of his mouth as she obeyed. Her lips pursed and pressed, trembling, against his dry and clean ring. Spike's grip let him pull her back and push her forward again, kissing all around his sphincter, with all the firmness he wanted. “And I liked that lick. Give me some more of that.”
Though she whined and gave a shudder Rarity obeyed the demand, hesitantly opening her mouth and letting her tongue out to slowly and timidly swipe across the muscular ring. She was pushed in again, making her aware that greater force and passion were required. She had no desire to lick Spike's ass but she hardly had a choice. Her tongue dug against the musky anus, sliding all around, flicking slowly along the edge, small kisses occasionally added to appease her draconic master.
Spike let out a triumphant roar as Rarity's hot saliva was smeared all across his ass, the feeling of the tongue dancing over the ring sending pleasure surging through him. He had used his oral skills for Rarity's benefit and she had had the audacity to mock him once she had tried to get his own pleasure! Now she could use her oral capability to give him a thrill. “I-is that enough?” Rarity whimpered, kissing and licking once more.
The words rang in Spike's head. They brought him back to the impetus for his domination of his alleged lover, his insincere and avaricious partner. It was time to really make her pay for her cruelty. His huge body loomed over Rarity, and he laid her out on her back. His organ dripped with precum, heavy spatters of the sticky, fragrant liquid splattering over her belly and pinked teats, the heat making the slightly-sore swells throb a bit and ache a touch more. He was presenting his dick to her; threatening her.
After the display of intimidation, the threat became a reality. His hips pulled back and he placed the rounded, tapered tip against her licked and sopping sex. The first thrust proved the use of his shape, the taper prying open her resisting passage. Her toys had nothing on his new girth, and the texture just added to the thickness of the rod. Over her screaming, the pleasure of which was enhanced by her wide eyes and pinprick pupils, he mockingly roared out, “Is that enough?!”
Those shrunken eyes rolled up into Rarity's head and her head slowly went back. She let out a lung-emptying shriek as the knobby cock was pushed down inch by agonizing inch, Spike's hips quite good at forcing the ever-thickening meat past the tight clenching of her sex. The nubs flicked and teased at her clit, jolting pleasure through her with each shove, making her drip with mare honey. She was being forced to feel a pleasure she had never experienced beneath the growing pain of having to take a cock of such torturous girth. “Please have mercy, please!” She cried, sucking in a breath as another inch pulled her pussy open. She was fit to tear in half, if she hadn't already. “Please... please stop this... I'm sorry... I never meant to hurt you...” Tears dripped from her eyes, of more than just pain and humiliation.. She had been a fool.
The fire ruby. A beautiful treasure, a rare and wonderful thing that was quite precious. Rare, glorious, cared for, and loved by Spike. Yet he had given it over without hesitation, intending that the mare he adored be the one to have it. His love was real, and he showed it. He always had but to surrender something so precious so freely...
She had been offered a great treasure. Not the fire ruby which she had made into her new favorite accessory, but Spike's love. His awkward and shy courtship had grown to a carnal relation. She had made him feel like a lesser man while he had been trying his best. He could not help his own form. Even with her own preference, if she had felt anything about him she would have found a way to make their intimate encounters work. She would not have brushed him aside like some selfish nag.
She should have loved him as himself.
“My Spikey-wikey!” Rarity shouted suddenly, just a thrust or two from real harm. “Please remember that I love you... I was terrible to you but please remember I do!” She held her breath, ready for the final punishment.
The term of endearment blew like a gentle breeze through the fog of lust, humiliation and pleasure over dominating Rarity. He remembered that he did love her. He had since the moment he first saw her. Her words had hurt, and he nearly made the next thrust to force in the rest of his impossibly-sized erection, but he held back. She was contrite. He could just say she was saying what he wanted to hear because of how he had treated her but he really did think better of Rarity. One slip of a lustful tongue should never have caused the reaction it did.
His monster member slid slowly out, careful to not cause any harm with too rapid of a removal. He released her horn from his grip and very gently placed his hands on either side of her body. “Oh Rarity...” His voice was barely a deep whisper, eyes closed, head and tail drooping. His body was slowly shrinking as his anger faded to shame.
Rarity brought a shaky hoof up to his lip, just like she had on that day when she found the real depth of his feelings. “Make love to me. Make it as you wish, not the way I ask, and not way you think I would need. The way you want. I know it will be wonderful.”
Spike brought his head down and nestled it against Rarity's neck, feeling his neck gently embraced by Rarity's forelegs. He gave slow, smooth pumps of his hips, using mostly the middle point of his organ, working his ridges and knobs against her inner flesh as well as the flushed and sensitized lips, only occasionally giving her clitoris a direct rubbing. He wanted to demonstrate technique, a show build of pleasure for both rather than a selfish taking for himself.
His body grew smaller and smaller, but neither of them seemed to really note and certainly did not care. They were focused on the joining, being together and letting their bodies get used to one another. In the midst of the reduction and during a deep thrust with a more modestly-sized length Spike let out a choked cry, his body tensing up and squeezing tightly to Rarity. His seed squirted out with some force, thick globs of hot slime splattering thickly against Rarity's inner walls, oozing slowly into a heavy pool deep inside.
The gentle treatment, slow-simmered pleasure and sensation of that hot issue collecting deep within triggered the orgasm Rarity had been anticipating. The pleasure made her insides flutter and squeeze, milking along Spike's twitching rod for all the hot drops of dragon seed. That sensation of warm pleasure radiated out, easing her sore and savaged body.
The remained there for a long while, joined by the genitals and unwilling to break the beautiful afterglow. They were content being cuddled together, listening to each other breathe and savoring what they had just become. Lovers. They had shared love, and love had saved them from the petty mistakes of selfishness and lustful excesses. Finally, though, they opened their eyes, almost at the same time. Spike saw the same pony face he knew so well, the one he loved. Though her mane was mussed and a deep blush rested on her cheeks it was still his darling. As for Rarity, there was something of a surprise awaiting her.
“My word, darling... are you... in the process of shrinking further? Your size is... not what I expected,” Rarity said, with a note of awe. Spike was not his usual size, he was much bigger. Twice as large at least, his torso just slightly larger than Rarity's, his other parts keeping a proper proportion for his form. He was no giant, as he had been during his rage, but he was no longer the little dragon that had entered the boutique. “You look so... mature.”
Spike looked down at his body, eyes wide. “I... I don't know what happened. I don't feel myself shrinking. It's like... this is where I stop now. I know I can have growth spurts but they never last.”
After a moment of thought Rarity placed a kiss on Spike's forehead and smiled. “I know now... your body knows, even before your mind, that this is the form you shall have as you move from young adult to man,” she said, squeezing Spike with her forelegs and hind legs.
Spike looked down at himself again and gave an arm an experimental flex. There wasn't much muscle there, beyond a slim and toned tightness, appropriate given his general indifference towards exercise. The effect wasn't bad. But more importantly, he had grown up, in more ways than one. His body was what he needed, and his mind was on the proper track. As in the debacle with greed he could not just take and take when he became frustrated and fixated. He had to be generous. How fortunate, then, that the Element of Generosity could help him every step of the way.
