The sky in Ponyville was still a light gray, as the sun lay in wait at the horizon for Princess Celestia to grant it permission to ascend over the nation. While a number of ponies had just begun their morning routines opening up various shops and businesses for the residents, most of the town was still asleep. One particular unicorn still lying in her bed was Rarity, her eyes protected by her blindfold as her cheek lay on her pillow.

Her peaceful sleep was interrupted by the ringing of her wind-up alarm clock next to her lamp on the cupboard. Rarity drew in a sharp intake of breath, followed by a groan as she summoned enough magic to turn off the bothersome noise. Rarity rolled onto her back and stretched her forelegs out, while emitting a mix of a yawn and a weary groan.

“Mm... Spike, darling, I don't want to wake up,” She grumbled softly. She wanted to blame him for her grogginess, since he had convinced her to engage in sensual activities not only once, but twice after she had packed for her trip to Canterlot. Hearing no response from her lover, Rarity assumed the dragon might still be asleep. She wondered how any creature could sleep through the ear-piercing noise of her alarm clock, as she blindly felt with her foreleg around the other side of her bed for him.

After feeling nothing for a few swipes, Rarity lifted her blindfold to see that the space next to her was in fact empty, no little dragon to be found. Tossing the blindfold aside, Rarity's grogginess was immediately replaced with dread, forcing her to sit upright hastily.

“Spike?” Rarity called out as her eyes scanned the sewing machines, spools of yarn and fabric sheets, and the number of ponyquiens across her bedroom. He didn't seem to be anywhere, and Rarity's dread increased as she pulled herself out of her bed. “Spike!?” She called out even louder, her mind beginning to formulate what horrible thing might have happened to the poor dear.

“Down here, Rarity!” Spike's boyish voice replied from downstairs. Rarity raised a foreleg to her chest and she sighed in relief. Spike was safe, from the way he replied, and she had been worrying for nothing. She was puzzled what the dragon was doing awake at this hour, and pranced down the stairs leading to the front room of Carousel Boutique.

Upon reaching the last step, Rarity noticed a peculiar, but inviting scent hanging in the air. It smelled warm, sweet, with a hint of margarine. She turned left and followed the trail of the scent, until she found herself in her kitchen. Upon entering, she saw her little dragon lover standing on a stool, his pink apron tied around his back as he whistled jovially.

No he didn't... Rarity thought to herself as she stood in wonder behind him.

Spike rose to his tip-toes to turn the stove off, then turned his head towards the unicorn. “Morning, Rarity!” Spike greeted her before grabbing the handle of the skillet and moving it across the stove top a few times. “Breakfast is ready; hope you're hungry.”

“You cooked breakfast for me?” Rarity asked, fighting to keep her voice from cracking.

“Of course I did.” Spike said, lifting the skillet and flipping out its contents onto a small plate. As he jumped down from his stool, Rarity could see a bit of browned yellow at the center, and recognized it as a small omelet, folded and seared closed perfectly in the middle. “Want to make sure we start your day off right, before you get on the train to go help with that big fancy play in Canterlot.”

The unicorn's heart melted as she watched Spike bustle about. Rarity had always been fond of Spike since the first week he and Twilight had shown up in Ponyville, in the same way that teachers might be fond of their students. She was aware that the little dragon had a crush on her early on, and she had never felt appalled by that fact; rather flattered that a dragon would feel affection towards her, instead of pining for a dragon mate. But she had told herself that she could never return the affection, with such an age gap between them, as well each of them hailing from a different species.

Rarity had assumed Spike would grow tired of his crush soon enough, but over time the little dragon had proven to her how deep his affections truly ran. It wasn't some boyhood crush on a pretty older mare; he was truly in love with her, even if she didn't love him back. That kind of love was more rare than any gem she ever hoped to dig up and keep to herself. Over the years of he and Twilight living in Ponyville, she found the little dragon entering her thoughts more and more when she was by herself, thinking of his selflessness, his sincerity, and his maturity for his age, despite holding onto his youthful recklessness. So many nights with her eyes closed, her sheets damp with her fluids as she called out his name between gasps for breath. Part of her still regretted all the time lost between them while she had struggled to sort out her feelings, but she was glad that she had given her heart to him nonetheless. Better late than never, as she had always heard.

“Darling, that is so sweet of you.” Rarity commended him as she trotted to the table next to the large window. She looked down on the surface to see some milk, orange juice, a piece of toast with strawberry jam, and a stalk of celery laid out before her.

“Don't thank me yet, you haven't even tried it.” Spike chuckled, placing her plate on the table at the center of the items already there. Rarity used her magic to lift the knife and fork resting on her napkin, and sliced off a small piece of the commodity before her, lifting it to her face.

Please be delicious, please be delicious, please be delicious. Rarity begged as the fork entered her mouth and she pulled it in. She began to chew and let the contents spill over her tongue, her eyes looking upwards as she evaluated the taste. Spike rubbed his claws together and smiled nervously as Rarity's eyes opened wide.

“Mm, Spike thith is scrupthous!” Rarity said with a mouthful of omelette. Her taste buds thrived in ecstasy as they surrendered to the warm, sweet and spicy sensation that had claimed them. She felt her stomach rumble, demanding her to swallow the savory contents her taste buds had been allowed to enjoy. “What did you put in this?”

Spike breathed easily at her compliment, watching her hastily cut another bite for herself. “A bit of cilantro, some spinach, diced up brussel sprouts, and... just a teeny tiny bit of cream cheese.”

“Mm, Spike you know I'm not supposed to be eating cream cheese right now! It's going to make me- mm, faht” She moaned, taking another bite of her breakfast with gusto.

“It's just a little bit! Only enough to make you taste it.” Spike glanced down at the chair Rarity was sitting on as she ate. “But hey, if the extra weight goes to your tush, is that really such a bad thing?” He asked, scratching his claws alongside her rump, and making her form jump in response.

“Oh! Not while I'm eating, you bad little boy!” Rarity used her purple spiral tail to swat his hand away playfully. Chuckling happily, Spike pulled one of the other chairs next to her and sat down, watching her scarf down his omelet.

“This was very sweet of you, Spike.” Rarity said to him earnestly, after finishing it off. While it wasn't the most sophisticated meal she had ever consumed, it was no doubt one of the most delicious, and the most sentimental. “Thank you.”

“You're welcome. I was happy to cook for you.” Rarity beamed as she lifted the glass of orange juice to her lips and took a sip.

“Spike, after I'm finished with my work on Written Script's play, I would be thrilled if you were to come to Canterlot to see it at the premiere. I'm sure he'll let me bring whomever I wish after helping him out in a pinch. I know you're not one to enjoy opera, but-”

“Of course I'll be there Rarity.” Spike interrupted her eagerly. “Me and Twilight wouldn't want to miss a chance to see your costumes in action for anything.”

Rarity's mouth hung open at the mention of Twilight. When she had contemplated inviting Spike to see her work on the stage, she had envisioned it being just the two of them up in their reserved seats, his hand holding her hoof as she lay her head against his shoulder. Her librarian friend had never once entered her mind.

“Um, Twilight, dear?” Rarity said back to him, slightly unnerved.

“Well, yeah.” Spike said casually. “You know as well as I do that she loves supporting her friends. I know she'd be thrilled to watch something you've worked hard on come to life in front of so many ponies in Canterlot.”

Rarity occupied her mouth with a piece of toast, in an effort to stall for time as she chewed. In her romantic state of mind, thinking about the two of them hidden in the audience, she had completely forgotten to account for Spike still being a baby dragon, one that was still under Twilight's care. The alicorn would most likely not let him travel to Canterlot without her guidance. Her heart sank as her fantasy was now intruded by the thought of Twilight muttering to herself about some minor plot details in the play, or munching on snacks loudly.

Now you stop it! Rarity scolded herself upon reflection. Twilight is one of your best friends, and she wants to be a part of your life as well, even if it's not in the same way Spike is. She has done so much for you, and you should be ashamed of yourself for thinking to exclude her from such a special moment.

Swallowing her toast, Rarity offered Spike an endearing smile. “I couldn't agree more, Spike. I can't wait to see you and Twilight at the play. The three of us will have such a lovely time.”

“Great! Hey, better hurry up. Don't want to miss the train, right?”

Rarity looked at the clock in her kitchen, then quickly finished off what was left of her breakfast. She took some time to brush her teeth, then scampered towards the front door, where a giant mountain of luggage was waiting for her. An alarmed look suddenly appeared on her face before she had a chance to lift some of it up.

“Oh no, almost forgot something!” She announced, turning about towards the stairs.

“What is it?” Spike asked as he scampered to follow her up towards her room.

“Something I'm definitely going to need if I'm expected to get through the stressful week in store for me.” In her room once again, Rarity used her magic to pull a box out from under her bed and opened it, levitating the contents within to the open air.

“Whoa...” Spike's jaw hung open as he looked upon it in wonder. “I didn't know you had one of those.”

Rarity giggled flirtatiously. “Call me a curious mare, but I find myself browsing through such items from time to time. When I laid eyes on this little devil, I just knew I had to have it.” Rarity pranced up to Spike's side and leaned in closely. “Guess who I was thinking of whenever I used it?”

Spike's face turned beet red as he grinned. “So, you're gonna be doing the same while you're up there?”

“M hm. Only until I get back, darling. Then I'll have the real thing for myself.” Rarity rubbed her hoof along Spike's lower belly, making him shiver and gasp. “Well, come along then, we must get going!”

Spike looked down to see that the head of his erection had just poked out of his pouch before it ceased growing. He shook his head with a defeated grin as he followed Rarity back down the stairs, then out the door carrying half of her luggage.

With the sky in Ponyville bright and sunny, its residents bustled about the town pursuing the days usual activities. The only pony asleep at this hour was the alicorn in charge of Golden Oak Library, laying upside down in her own bed, with a pillow covered by an apple-spotted blanket cuddled up into her chest. The only movement from her was the motion of her shoulders as her chest rose and fell from her soft breaths, taking in the scent of the dragon whom the cloth belonged to.

The only one awake in the library at the moment was a lone fly, buzzing about Twilight's room in search of any trace of leftover food or filth that it could feast upon. It flew over the alicorn and detected a bit of sweetness emanating from her body. It decided to land on the edge of her ears and sniff about, until it could find the source of this intoxicating scent. Before it could gain any ground, Twilight's ear flicked, sending the fly buzzing away in fear for its life.

“Hee hee, Spike, that tickles!” Twilight giggled unconsciously, burying her head into the pillow. She took another whiff of the cloth, and pursed her lips forward to kiss it. After her lips remained for a moment, her tired mind processed that something didn't feel right, and her sleepy eyes opened. Her brow raised as she processed that she wasn't kissing Spike, but her own pillow and the blanket the dragon had slept with. Twilight rubbed her head as the events of the previous day began to catch up with her. She remembered that she had let Spike spend the night with Rarity, since she was leaving for Canterlot the next day. She had been feeling lonely that night, and become infatuated with Spike's blanket, to the point of experiencing an overwhelming orgasm. Twilight couldn’t remember the last time she had screamed so loudly.

Twilight gasped as the last memory stuck out in her mind. She had felt herself squirt while she was grinding against her pillow. She knew it was unlikely, but she prayed that for whatever reason, her excretion had missed the cloth Spike slept with every night.

Hastily pulling the end of the blanket away from her hindlegs, Twilight touched around the surface with her hoof. To her horror, she felt a crusty spot in one area.

“Oh no...” Twilight muttered, before bringing the blanket to her face. She took a sniff and was hit with the smell of something tangy and musky. “Oh, gosh, what was I thinking?” Lifting the blanket with her magic, Twilight stood from her bed and made her way to the stairs leading to the library. She was greeted by a friendly hoot from Owlicious when she reached the bottom of the stairs, but paid it no mind. She rushed to the kitchen and levitated a large bucket into the sink, filling it up with hot water and some detergent. She had never before seen the need for a washing machine the likes of which Rarity had, but in this case she was longing for one. She lifted it out of the sink and onto the floor, soaked the blanket into the bucket, letting the soap lather up over the cloth until it was covered in suds. Standing a wooden washing board over the bucket, Twilight began to run the blanket back and forth over the surface rigorously, trying to dry it of as much water as she could before it was ready to hang and dry.

“Twilight?” a boyish voice called to her, making her jump, and turn around swiftly “Oh, there you are. Morning!”

“Spike, hi! Morning! Didn't hear you come in.” Twilight grinned at him sheepishly.

“Are you washing something?” Spike asked, looking behind her. “Hey, that's my blanket. What happened to it?”

“I-I, uhh...” Twilight stammered, looking at the still soaking blanket and trying desperately to come up with something to tell him. “Juice- er, coffee, no, tea! Yes, I spilled tea on your blanket! So, I'm washing it now.”

Spike looked at her quizzically. “How did you spill tea on it?”

“I... tripped! Yeah, you left your comics on the floor, and I had just gotten a fresh cup of tea, and stepped on one of them, and I went flying forward and lost my grip on the cup, and it went all over your blanket. Didn't I tell you to be organized and put them away when you're done?” She finished lying, lifting an eyebrow at him and putting on her best accusing stare she could muster.

“Oh, man, I'm sorry Twilight.” Spike said with a worried look on his face. “You could have gotten hurt. I need to be more careful about that kind of stuff.”

Twilight's heart hurt when she looked at him. She had lied to cover up her own mistake, and now Spike was feeling unjustly guilty about something he hadn't even been the cause of.

“Spike, it's okay.” She replied softly. “I know you didn't mean any harm by it; it could happened to anyone. I didn't get hurt, so there's nothing to worry about. I just need to finish drying off your blanket, and then we can put it behind us.”

Spike lifted his head and smiled at her. “Thanks Twilight.” Spike rushed forward and hugged the alicorn, catching her off guard. “And thanks for letting me have one last night with Rarity before she left. You're the best.”

Twilight found the tip of Spike's head-scales right underneath her chin. Keeping her movements slow, she lowered her head and took a light sniff of them, and her nostrils were filled with the same salty-sweet aroma that had taken over her instincts the night before. She felt a little tingle travel down her chest and towards her mare lips, making them tickle slightly.

“W-well, of course Spike!” Twilight said, shaking away the arousal that was building in her. “I know how disappointed you were that she was leaving so unexpectedly, so I had to let you two have some time together.” Twilight brought up a foreleg and gave a friendly pat on Spike's back. Once he let go, she returned to running his soaking blanket over the board. She had a question hanging in her mouth, one that she wasn't sure if she wanted a response to, but knew she had to ask it anyway out of courtesy. “So... did you have fun at Rarity's?” she finally forced herself to ask.

“Oh yeah, a blast!” Spike exclaimed, walking over to the pantry and reaching to the lower shelf for a box of cereal. “Me and Rarity fooled around for a bit, then she made me dinner. Some kind of crom de, uh... eh, I can't pronounce it, something fancy with a lot of cheese and leafy vegetables.”

Twilight found her left eye twitching when Spike said that he and Rarity had “fooled around”. Yeah, I like I don't know that means you two were screwing each other. She thought somewhat bitterly. Just say that, I'm not a foal.

“After that, we spent some time packing before we went to bed. Got to sleep a little later than we planned to, but we got there eventually.”

Got to sleep late because you were probably still “fooling around” I'll bet.

“Well, that sounds great.” Twilight said with a chipper tone. “Glad you two had so much fun.” Twilight removed Spike's blanket from the washboard once it was drip-free, and hung it by some clothespins and string over the sink, while the dragon it belonged to poured himself a bowl of Hay-O's.

“Oh, I just remembered,” Spike went on as he approached the refrigerator and hauled out a jug of milk. “Rarity invited us to see the show at the end of the week, so we could see her costumes in action.”

Twilight turned towards him with an apprehensive expression. Normally she would have loved spending a day with her friend Rarity. And she was more than happy to do the same for Spike, especially now since he had been spending so much time away from the library. However, spending an evening with both of them at once, while they were staring into each others eyes and exchanging spit where she could see them, that did not sound enjoyable in the slightest.

“I'm not sure, Spike.” Twilight said as she sat down at the table across from him. “I'll have to check my schedule and see if I have any free time.”

“Oh come on Twilight.” Spike said with a mouth full of cereal. “You and I've gotta go see it. I'm not big on opera, and I know you aren't either, but Rarity's gonna be working her butt off all week for this. We've got to go see it for her sake, right?”

Twilight reflected on Spike's suggestion, and also recounted Applejack's advice on the way home from the beach, about not being so protective of Spike. But after her episode last night, in which she fantasized about Spike dominating her, caring for her, even saying he loved her, she didn't quite understand what she was feeling for him anymore.

After some thought, she told herself that it didn't matter. Spike was in a relationship with Rarity now. Whatever thoughts of jealousy she had over him would have to be dealt with if she was going to maintain a healthy friendship between the two of them. Reconsidering it, she decided that perhaps spending an evening with them might be just what she needed to face her problem head on and finally put it behind her.

“You're right Spike,” Twilight replied, watching Spike scarf down his breakfast. She levitated an apple from the fruit bowl on the table towards herself, realizing she herself had not had breakfast yet. “Even if I have something planned for that day, I'm sure I can reschedule it. I'd much rather spend that time with one of my best friends and admire her work on stage.”

“Awesome!” Spike said, lifting the bowl up off the table and slurping the rest of the milk down. Twilight had scolded him before, telling him that was bad manners to have, but now she thought it was rather cute in a spry, youthful sense. “Man, I can't wait, we're all gonna have a great time!” he said as he wiped a few drops of milk from his chin.

Twilight ceased twirling her mane across her hoof as she watched him at his utterance of the word “Time”. Her eyes darted back and forth in frantic thought.

“Time... time... oh my gosh, Spike, what time is it?” Before he could answer, her eyes found the kitchen clock and saw that the minute hand was fast approaching its brother the hour hand at noon. “We're late!”

“For what?”

“The spa! Everypony's already there, waiting for us! We've gotta go.” She said, levitating Spike across the table and onto her back. Spike had to scramble to wrap his arms around her neck as Twilight bolted out the door and raced through town towards the Ponyville Day Spa.

In one of the towers of Canterlot Castle, the door to one of the luxurious guest rooms swung open, a small mountain of luggage with a white cat on top, waiting outside. The mountain of bags made its way in, right behind their owner who set her saddlebags down on the mirror in front of the dresser.

“Where would you like me to put these, Miss Rarity?” The toned gray unicorn with orange hair squeaked out energetically.

“Oh, just put them on the carpet over there.” Rarity instructed him, as she checked her eyelashes in the mirror. “I'll get around to unpacking them in just a moment. Oh, Opalescence, get down from there!” She called to her cat, who rolled her eyes and crawled down at once.

With a smirk on his face, the unicorn trotted further into the room, leaned back, and let Rarity's bags slide off of his form and onto the floor.

“There you are madame.”

“Thank you so much. I'm quite impressed Mr. Bags Valet; you made the journey up here in half the time it took you when I last visited.”

“Oh, did I?” Bags replied brashly, as he flexed a foreleg. “Maybe it's because I've been hitting the gym. Past experiences told me I needed to buff up if I wanted to excel at my job.”

Rarity offered Bags a flirtatious chuckle as she sauntered over to him. “Well, I must say it has certainly paid off.” She said, as she slipped a rather large sapphire into his front pocket. “Wouldn't you?”

Eying the stone for only a moment, Bags returned a wink to her. “I would say so. You need anything else, you be sure to let me know.”

“Of course I will. You go buy something nice for yourself now. Ta-ta!”

Bags nodded before he stepped out of her room. Once the door shut behind him, Rarity let out a relieved breath, and then looked towards her bags eagerly. Levitating each one left and right, Rarity found one in particular and her eyes opened wide once she opened it and found what she was looking for.

Out of her suitcase floated a large, red silicone phallus. The toy wasn't shaped like stallion appendages however; this one was slender and pointed at the tip, resembling dragon genitalia. Rarity had kept this toy for quite some time, far before she and Spike had started dating. When she had bought it initially, she thought she was going through a phase in which she found herself fantasizing about other species, a result of her frustrations of not finding a proper stallion to court. While the toy had sated her for weeks, she found herself craving more and more for the real thing, more specifically, from the dragon that she had grown so attached to in Ponyville.

“Oh, I'm so relieved I didn't forget you, darling.” She said as she stared at the toy, and licked her lips. “I would have gone absolutely mad if I didn't have you to keep me company while I'm here.”

Her thoughts were interrupted by a sharp pair of claws digging into her hide, followed by a rather frustrated mew. She winced in pain and turned her head to see Opalescence hanging onto her backside, a vacant look in her eyes as she stared at her owner.

“Oh, Opal. I suppose it is about time you were fed, isn't it?” Rarity grinned painfully at her. Rarity quickly fumbled through the mountain of bags again, until she opened one and pulled out a tin can with a kitten on the front label, as well as a can opener and a bowl. “Ooh, look what I've got! Yummy!” Rarity cooed as she shook the can in front of her cat. Opalescence immediately let go of Rarity's rump and sidled up to her affectionately. “Oh yes, now you're just the friendliest cat in the world, aren't you?” Rarity mocked her as she opened the can. Once the lid was off, she emptied the contents into the bowl and placed it on the floor, while the cat began to lick at the squishy meal before her.

“There, that ought to keep you busy for some time.” Rarity lifted her dragon toy and floated it alongside her as she pranced to her bed. With her head laying against the pillow, she let the synthetic cock lay against her chest while she rubbed the top of it with a hoof. While she enjoyed her toy, it was nothing compared to the dragon she had left in Ponyville. While she stared at the triangular head, she tried to imagine that it was Spike's that she was petting, while he had his cute, chubby legs straddling her.

“Making me breakfast in bed, darling. What were you thinking?” She asked aloud, as she imagined Spike's blushing face looking down at her, his eyes locked and staring at her in astonishment. The dragon was still wearing his pink cooking apron with the heart over his chest, and his shaft was poking out underneath the frilly material. “Are you trying to make me yours forever, hmm? Because you're certainly going about it the right way.” Rarity pulled the toy forward and pressed it to her mouth. “Oh, did Twilight not teach you that it's impolite to point? You naughty little dragon. I'm going to have to discipline you thoroughly if you keep acting out like this.” Rarity slid her tongue past her lips, and along the underside of the head. She leaned forward and took the entirety of the head into her mouth, sucking on it like candy. She could easily picture how the motion would make Spike gasp and flex his hips forward as she sucked on him.

“Spike, you are just the cutest thing. I can't possibly punish you when you look so adorable!” Rarity plunged forward, and after bunching up her blankets in her hooves, began to kiss the space that she imagined Spike to be. As she thought of Spike giggling while she nibbled his ear, she felt her labia begin to wink as it tickled with excitement. “Mm, I love you dear.” She whispered as she rubbed her folds against the tip of the shaft, the slick surface gliding against it. “I still can't believe you're all mine.”

Rarity lifted her head up and moved her hips over the toy. She slowly moved down, feeling the head poke against her wet entrance and making her gasp. After teasing herself for only a few seconds, she willed herself to move further down. The head breached her crease, and she felt the thick rod stretch her inner walls as it filled her up.

“Ohhhh, yes!” Rarity squeaked, lifting her forelegs to her chest. “Spike, you feel so good inside me!” The unicorn rocked her hips with the shaft inside of her, making the bed shift and thump slightly. Opalescence, who was still in the middle of her meal, looked back to see her owner on her hind legs on the bed and thrusting her body up and down in succession. The feline shrugged her shoulders, and directed her attention back to eating.

Rarity wasn't close to climaxing yet, but she had found a steady rhythm moving up and down on the shaft. She also rather enjoyed the thought of straddling Spike while he wore his girly little apron. The motion combined with the fantasy stuck in her mind as she increased the speed of her thrusts, and felt the pressure in her loins slowly increase.

“Mm, yes, yes, yes, yessss-!”

A rapid thumping sounded out from her door, followed by the shrill sound of her doorbell. Rarity wrapped her hooves over her mouth as she stood frozen in place, with the dragon shaft halfway inside of her. Rarity couldn't possibly imagine who that could be. She dreaded the idea that she had been so loud that she had disturbed other guests residing next to her. She then remembered that her room was the only one in this particular tower, ruling out that problem. The door knocked again, snapping her out of her thoughts.

“Coming!” Rarity shouted rather lustfully, before clearing her throat. “Er, I mean- I'll be there in a moment!” Rarity begrudgingly pulled herself off of her toy, a strand of wetness hanging between it and her lips before snapping off and disappearing. With her tail still upright and exposing her winking folds, Rarity cracked the door open just enough to see Bags Valet standing outside her door with a nervous look on his face.

“Hi, Miss Rarity, so sorry to bother you. You wouldn't happen to know somepony named Written Script, would you?”

“Yes, I do.” Rarity replied, clenching her legs together and struggling to keep her voice from raising in pitch.

“Well, he's downstairs at the front gate, and he says he really needs you to start working with him on the show costumes.”

Rarity's mouth hung open in disapproval. “But I've only just arrived!” she argued profusely. “I haven't even unpacked my bags yet!”

“Yeah, that's what I thought, and I told him as much, but he's really insistent. He really wants you to see him now.”

Rarity rolled her eyes and grumbled under her breath. “Tell him I'll need a few minutes to spruce up, but I'll be down there shortly.”

“Yes m'lady.” Bags nodded, before turning about to head down the stairs. Rarity shut the door and shuddered, still feeling a exquisite wetness between her haunches. Still grumbling and murmuring under her breath an assortment of vulgarities about Written Script, Rarity trotted to the bathroom and ripped off a sheet of toilet paper. She pressed the cloth to her wet folds, wiping them of as much wetness as she could accumulate. With her tail still upright, Rarity forced the thought of Spike in his apron out of her mind, and focused on things she thought repulsive.

Dirt.

The tickle began to die down, but her tail still remained upright.

Nature.

It sank only slightly, but remnants of Spike lingered, shaking his tail at her seductively.

Prince Blueblood.

The spiral tail dropped significantly at the thought of what used to be the stallion she pined for, but had turned out to be the most pampered spoiled unicorn she had ever met. Though the arousal she had felt moments ago had subsided for the most part, there was still enough lift in her tail that she feared might draw some unwanted attention from passing stallions. She wondered what else she could think of to diminish what was left of that tickle.

The color green.

“Ew, no!” Rarity shrieked as her tail clamped firmly against her buttocks. “Blech! Oh, that worked quite swimmingly. Well then, I suppose I shall be off.” Rarity trotted out of the bathroom and grabbed her saddlebag and opened the door. She looked back at her bed, where the synthetic dragon toy lay on the mattress, and smiled.

“I'll be back for you later tonight, dear.” She said seductively, before shutting the door behind her.

Author's Note

And this will make my fourth thing that I've published in about a month. Feels nice being productive for a change. Also feels nice coming back to this particular story, something I'm still excited about pushing forward with even after starting it almost a year ago.
Thanks to RedRover for proofreading, and thanks to you guys for still reading. Hopefully the next update won't be so drawn out.