With His Fingers

by Bico

Rating: mature
Tags: My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Romance, Sex, Spike, Rarity, Slice of Life
Length: 13682

A reunion at Hearth's Warming Eve becomes something more when Rarity sees an old friend with new eyes.

Hearth's Warming Eve is a traditional time for the gathering of friends. After a busy year, Rarity has been particularly looking forward to finally seeing all her friends at the same time. When she arrives at the party, however, she finds herself strangely drawn to an old friend. They reconnect in a new way.

*Written for the Sparity group Sparity One-Shot Contest, a NSFW entry.

Published 2013-12-24 18:50:06 UTC
Last updated 2013-12-24 18:50:06 UTC

With His Fingers

WITH HIS FINGERS

~BICO

Confetti exploded raucously in Rarity’s face and a cry of “Happy Hearth’s Warming” pierced her eardrums. After shaking off her bemusement, she put on her most radiant smile as she took in her friends filling the lavishly decorated hall. Twilight was front and center as usual, dressed in nothing but a long, red and white-trimmed stocking hat mounted with a small, platinum tiara studded with pink sapphires. Pinkie Pie, of course, had been the one to assault her with party favors and her fur was tinseled. Rainbow Dash and Applejack were both wearing terribly garrish sweaters which Rarity assumed was the result of some kind of dare, and Fluttershy was simply there being her usual adorable self with no need for additional accoutrement.

“Girls!” Rarity said, brushing the confetti off of her own diamond-studded byzantium dress with matching saddle. She trotted up to hug Twilight and the others one by one. “I am so happy to see you all in one place after all this time.”

“It has been a long time,” Twilight said with a reassuring smile. “Has it been a year already?”

“Eeyup,” Applejack affirmed. “We’ve all been a might busy, I suppose, ‘specially Miss Fashionista, here.”

Rarity’s laugh tinkled like crystals in the wind. “Well, thankfully, I think I’ve finally got the Manehattan office running smoothly enough that I can trust leaving its operation in my location manager’s capable hooves.”

“I sure hope so,” Twilight said as the six friends made their way toward the center of the party. “I’d hate to think all those lessons on proper management techniques went to waste on Sunflower Seed.”

“Bless ‘er poor heart,” Applejack said with a sigh, holding her stetson to her chest in a gesture of respect for the quasi-deceased.

“Oh, but let’s not talk about business,” Rarity said, sauntering up to the bar and laying a purse of golden bits on the counter. “I’ve had quite enough of that all year. The first round of cider is on me, girls, and then we can talk about what’s really important…”

"Boys!"

Rarity had tried to stay off the topic. She really had. She had entertained Twilight's discussion on the new study into chronothaumatological research, which she was sure would have been enlightening had she understood half the words being thrown casually about. She had even forced herself to look suitably interested when Rainbow Dash began to gush over the latest exploits of Daring Do—though she had to admit that the so-called "Horseror's Stone," which was apparently a hoofball sized red gem, sounded absolutely divine. Applejack had made the mistake of mentioning off-hoof her offense taken to a bit of the town's latest gossip that a certain member of the royal family had been having an affair with one of her close kin, and that the relationship had recently run afoul some kind of distress involving another mare. With a lead in like that, how could anypony expect Rarity to hold out?

"They give you compliments, candy, flowers, and jewelry, and they say they're in love," Rarity went on, posed dramatically on the couch at their booth while her friends stared blankly. "Love? Ha. Sometimes I think love is nothing but a ponytale thrust upon us as poor, impressionable fillies."

Twilight grimaced. "Rarity. Is... this about South Pole?"

That particular stallion had been in Rarity's life for months back in Manehattan. He'd been a perfect gentlecolt, and a popular actor in some of the modern films that had been coming out of Hollyhoof. It was no wonder, either, Rarity thought as she remembered those ice blue eyes, that toned body, the shining slate gray coat, and that luxurious white mane. His horn, she blushed upon recollection, was easily a hoof long, far more massive than the average stallion's.

"Oh, Darling, that's ridiculous," Rarity said with a dismissive titter. "Why should I care what that oaf does? If he wants to go gallavanting around with a filly half his age, how does that affect me? He obviously has a poor eye for beauty if that's what he wants to be seen with, anyway."

"Rarity," Twilight said warningly.

"I mean, sure, I've had to dye a few gray hairs here and there," Rarity went on, a somewhat manic edge to her voice. "And maybe my makeup can't completely hide the crow's feet anymore, but I'm still in my prime! Mommy's still pretty!"

Twilight banged her hoof on the table, causing the mugs of cider to clatter. "Rarity!" Once she had her attention, Twilight closed her eyes and inhaled deeply as her hoof came to her chest, and then she slowly exhaled while letting her hoof extend outward.

Rarity pantomimed Twilight's gestures, feeling her slight panic diminishing. She could admit to herself that it was completely about South Pole. He had been making romantic overtures toward her for awhile, and she had played the part of coy damsel to a tee. Perhaps too coy, she considered, as just as she had decided she was ready to take their relationship to the next level, he had found somepony a bit more willing to lift her tail than she.

"I'm so sorry, Darling," Rarity said. She knew that most of her friends had a low tolerance for this kind of talk. Fluttershy was perhaps the only one who could take a full fledged rant, and that was perhaps more out of a reluctance to complain than actual acceptance.

"Maybe you should just go for mares," Rainbow said with a smirk as she took a long pull from her cider.

“Well, Lyrica wasn’t much better,” Rarity grumbled, downing the last of her mug of cider. She gingerly dabbed her mouth of stray drops with a hoofkerchief. “I should have known better than to get involved with an older mare. She was just so… high maintenance.”

Rainbow turned her head and spewed her drink all over a decidedly unamused Applejack, causing Rarity to titter quietly behind her hoof. "Mare... I was just kidding. I didn't know you played for both teams."

Applejack wrung the cider out of her mane, though being the apple farmer she was, seemed comfortable letting the cinammony drink air dry. "Well, hay, it ain't no big thing. I certainly can't judge." She gave Rainbow Dash a ribald grin. "Not since I went out with that cow."

"You mean a bull, right?" Rainbow interjected, her head cocked curiously.

Applejack scowled. "I know what I said. Bess was a sweet li'l thing, too, even though it didn't work out. Thing is, though, if I'd said I ain't gonna even give a cow a shot, I'd have never known."

Rarity might have blanched, though her coat was close enough to white as it was that nopony would have noticed. "Really, Applejack? A... a different species?"

"Why not?" Pinkie said as she took a break from blowing bubbles in her cider. "After all, they're both hooved. Hay, as long as every one is having fun and no one's getting hurt, right?"

"Yeah," Rainbow said with a snortle. "What d'ya say, Rares? You wanna hook up with a cow, tonight?"

Rarity's mind, marinated in cider as it was, instantly conjured up images of a shapely cow embracing her, running those cloven hooves across her trembling haunches. She could almost see the bulging udders as she imagined her face being pressed between the teats. She licked the cow's long nipples and began to suckle on them, enjoying the sweet taste of—

"Rarity?" Rainbow Dash said, waving a hoof in front of her friend's eyes.

"Huh?" Rarity looked up at Rainbow and back down at her puckered lips. She slowly relaxed her mouth muscles back into a neutral expression as her cheeks turned a mottled pink.

"Guess we know the answer to that question," Rainbow quipped, shooting a knowing grin toward Applejack.

Rarity simpered sardonically. "Some ponies are a bit more refined in their taste, Dash."

"Yeah," Rainbow replied, cocking her brow challengingly. "'Some ponies' are just digging for diamonds."

Rarity looked aghast. “How... how could you say that? I... I would get my hooves all dirty if I actually dug them myself. What would my clients think?”

"Oh, she's not saying you're a diamond digger," Pinkie said with a laugh. "But you ain't gonna mess with no beggar."

Rarity resisted the urge to roll her eyes at Pinkie's flippant attitude. "I think it should go without saying that a lady ought to have some standard."

"That may be," Applejack said. "But seems to me you're lookin' for the perfect prince when, to be blunt, he don't exist. Ain't sayin' you can't have standards, but maybe you ought to think about shufflin' 'em around a bit."

"You should go for who gets your rocks off instead of who gets you rocks," Pinkie clarified.

"Pinkie!" Twilight chastised, obviously having been less than thrilled with the entire direction of the conversation. Rarity considered this fair retribution for the earlier lecture.

Rarity cleared her throat. "In case you've forgotten, I am a lady, and as such—while I do not disparage any mare who may choose to do so—I refuse to give into such base instincts." She turned to her dearest and quietest friend. "Fluttershy, what do you think about the situation?"

Fluttershy cringed, reluctant as ever to be called out in front of too many ponies. Still, they were all friends, here, and Rarity well knew that her best girlfriend would back her up when it came down to it. "Well, Rarity... I think you should just do what makes you happy."

Rarity gave Fluttershy an appreciative smile. She was about to respond when a clear, smooth note pierced through the raucous. Her ears pricked and she turned her head to the sound. The lights of the stage near which they sat had gone up, though the curtains remained closed. “What’s that?”

“Oh, right!” Pinkie said, bouncing in her seat. “I got a few ponies from around town to provide some live music for this shindig. Pretty neat, huh?”

Twilight grinned as she listened to the practice notes coming from behind the curtain. “I think… that must be Spike. He taught himself the guitar, this year.”

Applejack laughed. “Said it’d impress the ladies. Took to it like a hog to mud, though. Must be those ‘fingers’ of his.” Her eyes unfocused as a silly grin appeared on her face. "Eeyup, those things definitely have a 'magic touch,' even when he was a youngin'."

Rarity lifted her brows. She knew that Applejack had rather enjoyed the massage Spike had given her so long ago during his time of what she could only describe as indentured servitude, and she had to admit that she’d occasionally been tempted to ask him to give her the same treatment after having seen her reaction to it, but that tone was a bit more suggestive than she felt appropriate. “Applejack, really…”

“What?” Applejack said with a chortle as she knocked back a swig of cider. “Billies or jennies is one thing, but it ain’t like I’d fiddle with a hatchling.” She gestured toward the stage, the curtain of which was now slowly opening, revealing the dark silhouette of what looked like a large predator crouched to attack. “‘Course, you may not have noticed yet, but he certainly ain’t no hatchling anymore. If he put those things to work on me nowadays, I'd probably be up for just about anythin' he wanted…”

Rarity grimaced at the comment, feeling somewhat uncomfortable at Applejack speaking in such a way about her good friend. She didn’t need to say anything, of course, as Twilight seemed more than willing to dole out several mares’ worth of withering glare at Applejack on her own. This was just as well, as Rarity had fixed her gaze upon the stage, which was brightening slowly, revealing a young dragon with sparkling amethyst scales and handsome verdant spines strumming his polished claws across the strings of an ash guitar.

Spike’s eyes were half closed as he played, his expression like that of a person just waking from a blissful dream. His lissome tail swayed rhythmically as he began the slow beat of his tune. She couldn’t help but notice that he was wearing a well-fitted olive pea coat that was, in fact, one of her own designs. It had been made for bigger stallions, larger even than Big Mac, which fit his body lengthwise, but he had apparently required it to be taken in to fit his far more lithe body.

The song started small and simple, but elegant and fanciful as a filly’s ponytale. Rarity couldn’t help but be brought back to her fillyhood, when everything had also been so simple. She could almost hear her own voice as she pretended to be a captured princess in a tower, waiting for her prince in shining armor to save her from the terrible dragon who had sequestered her away.

A plaintive note entered the tune, and Rarity flushed as she remembered how her innocent dream had been shattered when she found the prince she’d longed for, but he had been a complete lout. She had found prince after prince after that, but none had ever been able to measure up to her old dream. Her face burned with embarrassment, as if all her friends could see her life unfolding through the music. She longed for it to end, but he kept going, unmoved by her silent pleas.

The melody had become grim and somber now, a reflection of the despair Rarity had suffered, cold from want of a lover’s embrace. Her eyes shimmered with the tears of those long, lonely nights, but then the song shifted again as it entered the next section of the piece to a more hopeful tone, which lifted Rarity’s malaise. Each strum of his fingers seemed to pluck something deep inside her, and she once more felt that same warmth that she had when she had first noticed South Pole’s eyes wandering her way.

As this feeling built, Rarity’s eyes became transfixed on those strange appendages which caressed the strings so delicately and skillfully. They were common enough in animals of the sort Fluttershy cared for, but were a bit more exotic amongst the sapient creatures of Equestria. Really, they seemed most useful. Whereas a stallion’s hoof could only push and prod, she could imagine Spike’s fingers digging into her supple flanks and drawing her toward him, she unable to escape regardless of her struggles. She gasped slightly as she felt her nethers warm at the thought.

Now, stop that, she censured herself. This is Spike, not some handsome young stranger for you to fantasize about. She shook her head, and again wished for him to stop. She knew how it would end, anyway. It always ended the same way.

Spike’s startling emerald eyes looked up as her own sapphire eyes did the same, and their gazes met. Just as the tune began its climax, he faltered, and the harmony fell apart as the melody died.

“Yes,” she said softly as she watched him stare at her, slightly slackjawed. “That’s exactly how it ends.”

Spike quickly got up, and despite the abrupt and confusing end, accepted the hoofstomps of the audience with a gracious bow. The curtain closed on him.

“I wonder what that was about,” Twilight mused. Rarity, however, caught her peaking in her direction. It was certainly no mystery among her friends what had caused Spike to react as he did.

"Are you alright, Rarity?" Fluttershy whispered. "You seemed... distracted."

Rarity grimaced. "Oh, yes... I just... think this cider is starting to go to my head."

It wasn’t long before the aforementioned dragon came bounding to their table, far more swagger in his step now than when he had retreated from the stage. Rarity smiled at his display, finding his airs amusing as ever. It seems some things never change, she mused. He greeted the other mares at the table before reaching her. With an elegant flourish, Spike bowed low and took her hoof in his claws. He brought his pursed lips just to his thumb, making the motion of a kiss without the presumption. "Rarity, it's truly a pleasure to clap my eyes upon such radiance."

"Hi, Spike," she responded, at a bit of a loss for words. She licked her muzzle, finding her tongue unusually dry, and grabbed a fresh mug of cider that their waiter, Savoir Fare, had surreptitiously delivered. She took a long drink, and her tongue relaxed. "So," she said, giving Spike a cock-eyed smirk. "'Impress the ladies,' eh?"

Spike laughed and glanced around the bar. "Did it work?"

Rarity grinned, unable to resist the urge to tease her young friend a little. "Well, it certainly impressed one lady."

"Really, which one?" Spike shaded his eyes with his extended hand as he looked about in an exaggerated manner.

Rarity looked around at the surrounding throng as well, noting that there were an unusual amount of mares who had moved in close and were waving and giggling as Spike turned his gaze toward them in turn, including Berry Punch, who was far more inebriated than Rarity could ever hope to be and was currently leering and licking her lips at them both in a highly inappropriate manner. She gritted her teeth at the gall of them to treat her good friend like a piece of eye candy—though she was at a loss to explain how they found a creature as different as a dragon enticing—then turned her gaze back to Spike and crinkled her muzzle delicately. "Well, perhaps more than one."

"Well, take a seat, partner," Applejack offered, standing to slap Spike on the small of his back. That comparison made Rarity more acutely aware of just how large Spike had gotten, and she felt her blood run a bit cold as she realized that he could probably throw her and her friends around like hay dolls if he wanted. "Saved a mug of cider for ya." Applejack slid the frothing beverage Spike's way and he grabbed it delicately in his claws.

They're so big, Rarity thought as she stared at his fingers delicately manipulating the mug. They look like they could crush a chicken, but he handles them so gently. He sipped the cider slowly, holding his pinkie in the air as he did. His muzzle wrinkled slightly before he put it back down, and his forked tongue flickered out of his mouth.

"Something wrong, Darling?" Rarity asked from her position across the table.

Spike glanced at Applejack, who seemed engrossed in a conversation with Rainbow at the moment, and he leaned in to stage whisper at her. "This stuff is a little too sweet for me."

Rarity guffawed loudly, drawing the attention of her friends momentarily. "Ah..." she said with a bashful tremor in her voice when her friends returned to their sidebar conversations. "Well, sorry about that, I just never thought I'd hear you say something like that."

Spike chuckled and shrugged his shoulders. "What can I say? As I get older my tolerance for sweets goes down. I pretty much stick to gems and fish, nowadays, and maybe the odd cup of coffee."

Rarity hummed thoughtfully. “My, a fish-eater, just like a pegasus. I’ve tried it, of course, it’s one of Fluttershy’s favorites, but I never had a taste for them. Granted, I’ve never had a taste for gems, either, except as accessories.”

“Kind of like I’ve never had a taste for flowers except to wear in my tuxes,” Spike added. He frowned as he looked at the breast of his pea coat. “Huh. Maybe I should have put one on. I feel like I’m not quite fancy enough.”

"You look quite handsome as it is," Rarity said. She winced internally as she realized her tone was quite a bit more coquettish than she'd intended. It must be this cider. Really, a year without touching the stuff and suddenly a few mugs turns you into an unbridled flirt.

“Thanks?” Spike said, his lips curling up reluctantly while his cheeks darkened. “I mean… I try to stay in shape, you know?” He flexed his thin arm, his coat sleeve obscuring effectively any kind of contraction that might have been occurring beneath the fabric. He gave Rarity a broad smile as his eyes darted up and down her form. "You look... well, incredible as ever, Rarity."

Rarity flushed under his gaze. She hadn't been checked out like that for awhile, even by South Pole. "Oh, Spike, you're incorrigible!" She grinned mischievously as her eyes flicked down his torso suggestively. "And I saw when you took your bow on stage that you still have the cutest widdle chubby cheeks..."

Spike's claws went for a brief moment to his face, which had actually lost most of its baby fat and was now lean with high cheekbones that even Rarity had to admit would be highly attractive on any stallion. He then seemed to catch her innuendo and his gaze shifted downward. His face was practically glowing now as he sputtered incoherently.

Rarity enjoyed her little turnabout until she noticed Twilight staring at her, one eye twitching. "Well," Twilight said with aplomb as she conjured a pair of earplugs. "I can see that it's that time of the night." She promptly inserted her hearing protection and brought out a thick book, officially checking out of the conversation.

Now it was Rarity's turn to be embarrassed, especially as she noticed Applejack looking at her with raised brows and Rainbow with that insufferably smug face of hers. "I was only teasing, Darling," she said with a red-faced simper. She looked away only to find a tangle of pink rising into her view.

"Don't be embarrassed, Rarity," Pinkie said, beaming brightly. "I think it's wonderful that you're getting into the Hearth's Warming spirit. This holiday is all about deepening friendships, after all."

Rarity grasped her mug and made an attempt to drink, but found it dry. She turned it over and not a drop came out. "Why's all the cider gone?" she asked with a pout.

"Here, Rarity," Spike said. He slid a full mug of cider to her as he sipped a steaming cup of what looked like coffee. "Savoir just came by with my cup of Zebrican coffee, so you can have what's left of mine."

Taking the new mug in her magical aura, Rarity quickly guzzled half of it down. She must have been getting even more inebriated than she'd thought, however, since she couldn't even taste it. Regardless, it wet her throat and gave her a chance to think. She cleared her throat. "Yes. Well. I suppose you're right, Pinkie." She glanced at Fluttershy, who gave her an encouraging smile. "I haven't seen Spike longer than anypony here, I think. Why, you were still an inch shorter than I on two legs when I last saw you."

"Bet you're curious to see what else has grown," Rainbow Dash teased. "If you ask, I bet he'd show you."

Rarity and Spike both cast angry glares at her, causing Rainbow to shrink back, giving them a reconciliatory grin. They turned back to each other and realized that they had moved their heads rather close to each other. They jumped back to their respective booths and purposefully avoided each other's eyes. Rarity once more resorted to sipping down her decidedly tasteless cider to fill the awkward silence.

"It wasn't actually to impress the ladies," Spike said suddenly. "Well, not completely."

"Beg pardon?" Rarity said, finally looking up into his eyes and immediately wishing she hadn't as she felt the strangest giddy laughter bubbling up in her throat. She clamped down on it, however, and merely gave Spike a shaky smile.

Spike grabbed a new mug of cider from Savoir Fare and slid it over to Rarity. "The reason I learned guitar. Sweetie asked me to, actually."

"My sister?" Rarity asked. "Whatever do you mean?"

Spike cleared his throat. "Well, her guitarist got sick while they were getting ready for a concert in Manehattan, and Sweetie knew I was a good pianist—stop laughing, Dash, you know what it means—so she asked me if I could learn the guitar in a month."

Rarity raised her eyebrows. Even for one who already had musical background, learning a new musical instrument in a month was no small feat. "I certainly appreciate you helping my sister, but why ever would you go through such trouble?"

"Well," Spike said with a sheepish grin. "You know I like assisting ponies. Twilight, you, AJ... I do odd jobs all the time. Even though I don't have a cutie mark, I'd say it's like my special talent."

"You have always been exceedingly generous with you time and effort," Rarity said. Her eyebrows knit as she recalled all the times she'd used him as a pincushion, to fan her with giant palm leaves, as a garbage sorter, or any other number of frankly demeaning jobs. "Honestly, I think you do too much."

Spike looked at her askance. "Well, I have my own selfish reasons, too." He chuckled wistfully. "Honestly, Sweetie Belle only asked me because she knew I'd want to see you in Manehattan."

That was right, Rarity realized. That concert had been this past summer when she was still in Manehattan. She hadn't been able to make it to the concert, unfortunately, due to an emergency at the boutique that had required her attention, but she'd thought nothing of it at the time since Sweetie had come by afterward and given her a private show. A Capella. "I... I didn't see you."

Spike lowered his gaze. "Yeah. I wanted to, really, Sweetie insisted that I go. I actually made it to the front door of the boutique." He sighed heavily. "It's just that... when I saw you with that fancy gray unicorn, looking so cozy..."

That's right, Rarity said, mentally kicking herself. That emergency involved a friend of South's. It was the night we met, and he... I invited him to stay to see Sweetie perform. She groaned. To impress him, of course. Celestia, of course he would be jealous.

"I was really happy for you," Spike continued, causing Rarity's ears to swivel back in surprise. "I would've liked to come in and congratulate you, but... I know it would have just made things... awkward." He looked away with a faint tinge of pink on his scales.

Rarity imagined it would have been. She'd known of his little crush for a long time, and though she'd never exactly returned those feelings it would have distracted her to no end to know that her poor friend would be suffering each time she made eyes at her new suitor. "Still," she said aloud. "I wish you had come. If only to teach that lout how a true gentlecolt should treat a lady."

Green-tinted smoke blew out of Spike's nostrils, causing Rarity's heart to race as she suppressed her urge to bolt from the fire breathing predator.

"Really," Rarity continued, putting her hoof on Spike's claw and caressing it assuringly, tracing up and down each finger. "Spike, you have always been so good to me, and I would be remiss if I allowed some silly oaf to come between us."

Spike put his other hand over her pastern, squeezing gently, but enough that Rarity could feel the tips dig into her flesh, sending a shock up her arm. "Thanks, Rarity," he said softly, looking down on her with a toothy grin. "That really means a lot coming from you."

Rarity's breath caught in her throat. Her mind flashed back with an astounding vividness to an old memory of Applejack writhing on the ground in absolute ecstasy as Spike's tiny digits danced along her spine. How much more pleasurable would it be, she wondered, now that they had grown so long and even more dexterous.

As her rogue imagination wandered, she continued to stroke Spike's fingers as they looked into each other's eyes. She noticed after some time that his face had twisted into one of concern. Why is he looking at me like that? she wondered. Is my hair okay? She patted down her immaculate coiffure with her free hoof before realizing that, indeed, her other hoof had been quite occupied for some time.

"Oh!" she exclaimed, pulling her arm back into her lap with serpentine speed. Her face turned cherry red. She reached for her cider, only to find her mug gone, but Spike slid a new glass across the table to her, eliciting a grateful nod from her even as she tried to hide her embarrassment within the apple beverage. She hadn't even realized she'd finished the last mug, which probably bode ill of her sobriety. Could she trust herself around Spike with the way her thoughts were going? If she ended up acting on some of these fantasies she was having and broke Spike's heart, Twilight would certainly never forgive her.

Still, Fluttershy had advised her to do what made her happy, hadn't she? Certainly, indulging in a little of her curiosity wouldn't hurt anypony. How far could it really go? She licked her lips and caught Spike's eye again, giving her the most smoldering look she could muster. "So... Spike," she ventured. "I don't suppose some of the odd jobs you do around Ponyville involve working with the spa ponies?" As she said this, she very casually brushed her hind leg against his foot beneath the table, causing him to jump. He quickly regained his composure, however, probably chalking it up to an accident.

"Uh, yeah," Spike said. "Sometimes I'll help out fetching supplies for them. They're really good about payment, too, even if it's mostly with free massage coupons."

"I see!" Rarity said, brushing his leg again, this time lingering a bit on his shin. "But... speaking of massage, I seem to recall you being quite good at it. I can't imagine Lotus and Aloe not... utilizing those talents."

Spike's face turned to confusion as he shifted his feet. Rarity looked around the table casually as she pressed her hoof firmly against him. She hoped that none of their friends would decide to start kicking around, themselves, but they all seemed engaged in other conversations, or in the case of Twilight and Fluttershy, wrapped up in their own little worlds for the moment. She set her other hoof on the opposite side of his leg and stroked.

"Well..." Spike said with an uncertain smile. He was perhaps finally getting the impression that her actions were intentional. "Um... I guess I am pretty good. I've never really tried to make money off it, though. It's always been sort of a special gift for my closest friends." Beneath the table, he tentatively put his hand over her coronet, and Rarity's smile broadened. Emboldened by the encouragement, he brought both hands to work around the band that connected her hoof to her leg, and Rarity instantly melted in her seat.

"Well," Rarity said as she put her elbows on the table, resting her head on her crossed pasterns in an attempt to maintain some semblance of composure. "That's very sweet of you, though it's too bad for the public at large to miss out on those... 'magic fingers.'"

As Spike's fingers kept easing the knots out of her outer hoof, his thumbs joined together to stroke her soft frog, treating by proxy the single toe encased within. "I suppose so. I can tell you've been busy, by the way. You haven't been to the spa in quite awhile, yourself, have you?"

"It's been... two months," Rarity admitted. She looked around at their friends minding their own conversations amongst each other and with other mingles at the party and flushed. Oh, goodness, I don't know if I can contain myself even with all these ponies around. How embarrassing... She bit her bottom lip and gave him another look. "I'm sure if I were to put in a good word with Aloe and Lotus when I finally do get around to it, you would find your fame rising higher and higher."

He took the hint, and when she felt those eight points of pleasure dance their way up her cannon, pausing to administer care to her aching hock and chestnut before setting to kneading her tender gaskin, she bit her lower lip and gave him an approving glance. They kept their banter up for appearances, engaging in small talk as he gave her his under-the-table rubdown, and she idly wondered why the prospect of being discovered like this gave her such a naughty thrill. It wasn't as if her friends had never seen her get a leg massage before, even from a stallion at the spa. Of course, she thought. This isn't a spa, he has the most glorious appendages known to ponykind, and my tail... She shifted her weight and could swear she even heard the wet squelch of her undergarments. Is soaked. Celestia, what is wrong with you, Rarity?

"Well," Spike was saying. "Twilight and I have worked out quite a few little magic tricks. There's one that was particularly useful when Twilight was doing flight training with Dash." He turned to their friends. "Hey, you want me to show Rares the Icy-hot Breath?"

Rarity sunk into her booth, her cheeks taking on the color of ripened cherries. No, Spike, don't draw attention to us! Even as she protested mentally however, she felt her core tighten in the most pleasurable manner, minor tremors making their way down her body as the risk of exposure intensified.

"Go for it, dude," Rainbow replied with a wave of her hoof. "It's a pretty neat trick, I guess."

Steam poured out from Spike's nostrils as he licked his lips with his forked tongue and his pupils contracted to slits. He looked down at the tablecloth directly under which her hooves were perched and breathed a stream of flame at it. Rarity gasped as he pulled her further, exposing her directly to the hot fire. It didn't burn her, however, but instead she began to tingle as if she were freezing at the same time. She couldn't help a deep moan escaping her lips, and she gave a silent thanks to the Fates that her friends had begun making enough noise to cover it.

"Okay, okay!" Rainbow was complaining. "Turn it down, Spike."

Pinkie was laughing hysterically. "This feels so funny!" she declared as the green flames licked at her hooves from under the table.

Spike, meanwhile, had used his new leverage to travel up past her aching hock and chestnut before setting to knead her tender gaskin. Rarity wriggled under his touch, feeling her head spinning. I... I must be truly inebriated, she thought, wondering if this kind of reaction was why Spike had been keeping her mug filled. She shook the thought off, though, as her body cried out for more. "Keep going, Spike!"

"Really?" Applejack commented. "It ain't that amazin' a trick."

Rarity was quite pleased that, while her friends hadn't caught her actual meaning, Spike was on her wavelength as usual. His claws paused for a moment in consideration, their owner seeming almost in awe as to how far he was being allowed to go already. Then he crouched low under the cover of his flame and his hands roamed up above her stifle, one hand taking her cutie mark firmly as the other set of fingers traced sensual grooves up her inner thigh. He lightly squeezed at the very top of her inner leg, close enough that Rarity could feel her labia, thoroughly coated in her own lubricant now, peel apart, eliciting a guttural moan.

Spike's face collided with the table, cutting off his fire breath. Twilight withdrew her hoof, having not even taken her eyes off her book. "Spike, I appreciate the Icy-hot Breath, but you know I can't concentrate on my reading for very long when you breathe it that close to my hoo-ha," she said with an irate grimace.

Rarity blinked. Did she just mention her "hoo-ha"? She giggled from the absurdity of it. Her friend, princess or not, was always so delightfully socially oblivious.

"Um... Rarity?" Fluttershy asked softly as her head appeared hovering over her. "Is... there a reason you're sitting like that? It's just that it looks a bit... uncomfortable." She blushed. "Of course, if you want to sit that way, don't mind me."

Rarity assessed her current position. Her head was still poking up over the table, but her neck was craned in what she had to agree was a most awkward way as her back was resting firmly on the seat of the booth, her haunches hanging in midair. She laughed raucously. "Oh, I... I suppose I'm a bit tired, aren't I? Can't even sit up straight." She pulled herself back to a regular sitting position and grabbed Spike's coffee, chugging what was left of the bitter swill. "There, that ought to put some spring back in my step. Wahahaha!"

"Sure you weren't just enjoyin' some 'magic fingers'?" Applejack whispered as she pressed up to Rarity’s side.

Rarity's face burned and she leaped out of her seat. "Oh, what a beautiful song!" she said, noting that Fiddlesticks and her band had taken the stage. This country pony style of music wasn't really her thing, but it was better than staying here under Applejack's knowing gaze. Curse that farmpony, she knows too much! She clung to Spike's arm, her legs about as solid as jello, and pulled him out toward the dance floor, where a few other couples were already cutting a rug. "Come, Spike, I would very much like a dance."

"O-okay," Spike said as he followed her out.

The band’s music was quick and upbeat, and Rarity was forced to hold tightly to Spike just to stay upright or risk acquainting herself with the floor. She felt her worries melt away, however, as he whisked her along the dancefloor, and the two of them settled into a comfortable rhythm as Rarity’s legs regained more of their vigor. She turned around, sashaying with her haunches firmly against Spike’s front as he held her upright with his claws cradling her chest.

Spike’s body warmed her like the spa’s hot stone therapy, prompting Rarity to recall Twilight once telling her that dragons weren't true reptiles. They were, in fact, warm-blooded, and Twilight had even discovered that they could sweat as well as metabolize milk. Twilight had hypothesized that dragons were what she'd called "stem mammals."

Rarity idly wondered if that meant that a dragon would be as aroused as a stallion to see her teats now hidden beneath the fabric of her dress. Her hoof wandered quite without her permission to one of his claws and gently slid it lower as she pondered this, tracing her milk line. She just knew those exquisite fingers of his, so capable of handling her hooves, could do things to her aching nipples that no hoof could hope to match. She moved his hand to the side, stiffening in excitement when his claw brushed against one of the hard protrudences.

“Are you alright, Rarity?” Spike asked, oblivious as he swung his hips with abandon. “You jumped. I didn’t scratch you, did I?”

“Not at all, Darling,” Rarity assured him, looking up into his face.

“That’s good,” Spike said with a chuckle. He swung her back around to face him, taking her front hooves in each of his hands. “I’d hate to think I’d vandalized such a beautiful work of art.”

Rarity gave him a coy smirk. “Oh, Spikey. You’re just saying that. I’m not some perfect thing, you know.”

Spike leaned in close, his eyes sparkling. “No, but you’re my perfect pony.” His hand came to her face and he traced the line of one of the wrinkles around her eye with his thumb. “You go through so much trouble to conceal these wrinkles, but when I see them I remember all the times your laughter lifted my spirits.”

“Spike!” Rarity said, pulling her face away.

“And those gray hairs in your mane that you dye,” Spike said with a smile that showed off his sharp teeth. “Each one reminds me of a time you worked your hooves to the laminae for your friends, family, or anypony who you felt needed a helping hoof.”

Rarity smiled in spite of herself, unable to meet Spike’s gaze. “That’s… very sweet of you to say. Even if you’re being quite rude by reminding a lady of her age.”

Spike laughed and gave her a quick nuzzle on the cheek, causing Rarity to blush. It was quite the reversal of the usual situation, she considered. “Even the way you fret over your looks is perfect to me. Even that shows how much you care about others that you want to give them the best showing you can.”

Rarity hummed thoughtfully and put her arms around him appreciatively, resting her cheek on Spike’s chest.

“Rarity?” Spike said.

“Yes, Darling?” Rarity asked.

Spike cleared his throat. “Are you feeling me up right now?”

Rarity considered her hooves, which were firmly placed on his posterior. She experimentally fondled his cheeks and giggled. “Why, yes, I believe I am.” She bit her lip as she felt herself warming pleasantly. “Spike?”

“Yes, Rarity?” Spike answered after a moment.

“Do you want me?” Rarity asked breathily.

Spike came to a halt, making the most amusing choking noise. “R-Rarity! I… I mean… you’re the most beautiful gem in all Equestria. Probably the world!”

Rarity buried her face into the breast of Spike’s pea coat, breathing in his intoxicating smoky ash scent. “You haven’t answered my question, Darling.”

“I… I don’t know what to say,” Spike said nervously.

Rarity guided him to the edge of the dance floor and sat him down at an empty table, taking a seat across from him. “You only have two options, Spikey. ‘Yes’ or ‘no.’”

Spike studied his claws on the table. “Uh… well, it’s just… I care about you, Rarity. A lot.” His face turned pink as he flicked his eyes up to look at her even as his face remained lowered.

The conversation she’d had with her friends echoed in the back of Rarity’s mind. She was attracted to Spike, of this she no longer had a doubt. Her body was aching to be ravaged by the beast before her. It would be so easy to simply give in to her cider-induced fancy and let him do what she knew he always wanted. Perhaps the only thing he wanted.

Spike grabbed a cup from Savoir Fare and offered it to her, not looking her way. Rarity wondered if he was still trying to ply her with alcohol, as if she needed it. She felt an odd mixture of both satisfaction and disappointment settle in her gut at this, as it confirmed what he wouldn’t say aloud: he wanted her body. She enveloped the cup with her magic, but when he released it the mug dropped slightly before Rarity caught it. Cider sloshed from the side of the cup and all over Spike's claws.

Spike quickly withdrew his hand and clenched and unclenched his fist, grimacing at the sticky sensation.

"Oh, I am so sorry," Rarity said with a sheepish grin, though one corner of her mouth threatened to pull up into a smirk. She took his arm and pulled the cider soaked hand to her. "Please, let me clean this up for you..."

Rarity leaned over, keeping her eyes locked on Spike's. Her mouth opened and her tongue darted out, taking a dainty taste. She saw him freeze, face locked in an expression of almost childlike wonder as she brazenly ran her salivating mouth up and down his sharp claws, lapping up the sticky cider.

A barely restrained moan reverberated in Spike's throat when Rarity slurped his index finger into her mouth like a spaghetti noodle. Her tongue scrubbed all around his digit while Rarity's hot breath blew from her nostrils across the scales of his hand. Once it was squeaky clean, she released him with a soft pop and took in his second claw, repeating the procedure down the line until she'd finally cleaned every last inch of his hand.

Rarity licked her lips, savoring the faint cinnamon flavor. "There, now. Wasn't that nice?"

Spike's face had surpassed his earlier blush and had gone right to neon. He sighed heavily as he looked at his claws and a plume of green flame escaped his jaws. "Wow..." he declared.

Rarity lifted her glass to her lips while at the same time taking her hoof out of one of her boots. As she played hoofsie with his leg under the table she gazed at him with inviting eyes and a questioning brow.

Spike swallowed hard.

Rarity’s withers hit the door to the loft entrance hard as she squirmed under her aggressor. “Oooh, Spike,” she moaned as he pushed his steaming body firmly against hers, his claws raking at her dress. “Ooh!” she cried as the cinch of her saddle ripped, exposing her milky white heart girth.

“I… I don’t know what I’m doing,” Spike admitted. “Should I keep my cravat on?”

Rarity chortled. “Well, Darling, I think you can start by taking a cue from our friend up there.” She glanced up to the top of the doorframe.

Spike followed her gaze and saw a sprig of mistletoe taped above them. His face lit up like the crystal mountains at dawn and he looked back at Rarity’s demurring face beneath him. “R-Rarity… by your leave, of course, my lady…”

The gesture was too endearing to Rarity for her to be impatient, though she did find it odd that he would ask a mare as intoxicated as she knew she must be for permission. She rested her head on the solid oak door behind her and sighed, letting her body relax in preparation. “By my leave… of course!”

Spike leaned in, his lips trembling and sweat beading on his forehead. Steam began to pour out of his nostrils as he approached and he closed his eyes tight. He pressed against the corner of Rarity’s muzzle, and his lips were clenched so tight that it was less a kiss and more a meeting of faces.

“Spike,” Rarity scolded. Her tone softened as she saw his pained expression. “Darling, you really must relax. Haven’t you ever kissed a filly before?”

Spike looked away, embarrassment plain on his face, making Rarity feel even more guilty. “Not… intentionally.”

It was often said that if one wanted something done right, one ought to do it oneself, and Rarity held that as a personal maxim. In this case she considered that while it might not be strictly ladylike to take the lead in these matters, it was certainly a circumstance in which her own limited but valuable experience would be crucial. It was in that spirit that she promptly took Spike’s head between her hooves and gently but firmly guided his lips toward hers where they were crushed together in a sweet kiss.

Rarity gently suckled and nipped at Spike’s lower lip until he relaxed, letting their borders mold into one another. She flicked her tongue between Spike’s smooth, firm lips until he obligingly parted them to let her explore past the thrillingly sharp stalactites and stalagmites and into his cavernous mouth. She moaned curiously as she tasted a spicy yet bitter flavor on his tongue.

Taking his cue, Spike allowed his own serpentine tongue to force its considerable girth into Rarity’s dainty mouth, stretching her jaws as he filled her. Its length and curious dexterity allowed him to excavate more thoroughly than any stallion ever had, even pressing to the back of her throat and navigating down, forcing Rarity to literally swallow the organ. He pulled it back quickly, causing her to gag lightly, but the feeling was strangely pleasant. He lapped at her gullet several more times, drawing out stilted groans of excitement from her until they finally had to break for air.

Rarity’s chest heaved as she clung limply to Spike’s neck, and she could see he was in a similar state, though his more sturdy draconic legs were apparently more capable of supporting the weight of them both in that condition than hers were for merely herself.

“That was… a good start,” she said. It was more than good, really. Her head was swimming and she could barely stand. Her body felt so hot. She just needed to rip off the rest of her dress as soon as possible. She had to feel his dragonhood inside her!

Cadance’s candied croup, she swore. What am I thinking? This isn’t like me. No matter how sexy a stallion has been and no matter how much he’s pushed me, I’ve never seriously considered… It was the cider. It had to be. She’d been tipsy when Spike had come to the table, and he’d made sure her cup was kept full. She had to be completely hammered by now.

Spike’s brows pinched together in concern as he saw the worry on her face. “Rarity? Are you alright?”

Rarity flushed as she avoided Spike’s gaze, filling with shame that his gentle voice was calling forth more wetness from her depths. “Of course, Darling.” Could she really just refuse him after taking it this far? No, that was inconceivable. Even if she knew she would regret it in the morning once she’d sobered up.

Her feelings must have been written all over her face, because Spike backed away, giving her room to breathe. “Rarity, I don’t want to take advantage of you…”

“Darling,” Rarity said with a light chuckle. “It’s a bit late for that, don’t you think? I’m drunk and horny, and this is what you’ve wanted since you first laid eyes on me, isn’t it?” She spread all four legs wide. “Come then. Ravish me!”

“You’re not drunk, Rarity,” Spike said.

Rarity gaped uncomprehendingly. “Spike, you should know better than anypony how much cider I drank.”

Spike snorted. “Yeah, I do. And I also know all the cider I gave you was soft. I told Savoir to cut you off.”

“Wh-what?” Rarity said. “That’s impossible! Why… why would I feel like this…?”

Spike’s face tinged pink and he looked away. “Well, I did… uh… ‘spike’ your drinks a bit.”

Rarity was dumbfounded. He’d just revealed to her that she wasn’t drunk because her cider was nonalcoholic, and now he was admitting to—what?—drugging her? “What did you put in my cider?”

“My Zebrican coffee,” Spike said with a smirk. “Zecora always puts aside some of her special stock for me. It… uh… has the opposite effect of alcohol, I guess you could say.”

The current state in which Rarity found herself was thus: her head was swimming, her legs felt like jelly, and she certainly felt like she was going to toss her cookies, almost like there were some sort of tiny critters flying around inside. However, despite these obvious symptoms of drunkeness, she realized that her mind was completely free of any tell-tale buzz or fogginess that usually accompanied her inebriation. “So… all those things I did… and said… I was completely sober for it?”

Spike cleared his throat and shuffled his feet. “Ah… well, I didn’t really expect you to down my cup of coffee, so you might actually be a little knurd.”

Rarity scoffed. “You’re a nerd.”

With a grimace, Spike shook his head. “No: ‘k-n-u-r-d.’ Knurd. It’s like the opposite of drunk. Basically, you should be even more… clear than normal. That’s why I was drinking it. I… wanted to be a little clear-headed when I saw you.” He grabbed one of his arms defensively and turned away for a moment, taking a deep breath before fixing his eyes on her. “Rarity, I… I wanted to tell you how I really felt.”

“Spikey,” Rarity said, her voice trembling. “You know you don’t have to say it.” She already knew it, of course, and he knew that she knew it. It had been an open secret ever since that terrifying and wonderful birthday years ago.

“Yes, I do,” Spike said. “I should have said it a long time ago, but I was never brave enough to do it. I was too afraid of hearing the truth that I needed to hear because I was too immature to know when to let go.” He took a deep breath as Rarity felt everything begin to fall apart around them.

“I love you, Rarity.”

Silence washed over them like a current, belying the tumultuous storms Rarity and Spike saw as they stared into each other’s eyes. Tears, fat and hot, fell down Rarity’s cheek. “Spike,” she finally said. “I… I don’t…”

Spike looked down at her, smiling sympathetically, which right away threw Rarity for a loop. Wasn’t she the one who was supposed to be sympathizing with him? “I know you don’t love me. Tonight… you thought you were drunk… well, you were definitely a little drunk at first, so maybe that’s what started it off. You were getting a little too into the game and… I guess I was, too. I know how it is. All the mares like to flirt and tease me when I rock out.” He shot her a playful grin and mimed playing his guitar. “But… you know, when it comes down to it, I’m a dragon and you’re all ponies.”

“My clients would simply die,” Rarity murmured with an acrimonious laugh.

“I’ve accepted that I’m just a… an anomaly. They say we’re attracted to those who remind us of our mom or dad, but what happens to a dragon who’s closest maternal figure is a pony? I guess I could find some mare who was raised by a dragon dad, but what are the chances?” He laughed at himself derisively. “Of course you’re not going to want to be with me. I… I just wanted some closure, that’s all.”

Rarity sighed heavily, her brain still working through this strange new information she was receiving. “Spikey-poo… Darling… I just… I’m so sorry. My antics tonight didn’t make it any easier.”

“It’s fine, Rarity,” Spike said with a shrug. “Now I know for sure that you don’t want… this. It was fun to pretend while it lasted, though, wasn’t it?”

Pretend? Is that what that was?

Spike gave a contented sigh and turned himself back toward the stairway. “Well, I guess I’ll go rejoin the party. Or maybe I’ll just go back to the library. I may be older, but I do still love my sleep.”

Rarity watched him as he trundled down the hallway, leaving her there in front of the entryway to the loft where minutes ago they had been about to consummate their one night tryst. As he slipped away, the pieces in her mind started clicking swiftly into place with the clarity of the finest diamond.

He didn’t even try to convince me to have sex with him in spite of everything.

Even South Pole tried to wheedle a breakup lay in when I gave him what-for.

He even tried to make sure I wasn’t drunk at all…

But… wasn’t I? The way I felt… the way I was acting… I’m not the kind of mare who just does that. And those… butterflies in my stomach…

If I wasn’t drunk on cider, the only thing that could have intoxicated me like that is…

“Hold it!”

Spike paused, looking back in confusion at Rarity as she trotted determinedly over to him. “Um… what?”

She put a hoof on his shoulder and craned her head up to look at him. “You were right, Spike. I don’t want this.” Spike’s face fell, and he looked away, but Rarity grabbed his face with both hooves and pulled him close. “I need this.” She pressed her lips onto Spike’s with the desperation of a dehydrated mare at the only water spigot for miles.

Though he attempted to draw back in shock, at first, Spike soon returned the deep kiss, his long and thick forked tongue flicking the back of her throat, causing Rarity to give a muffled squeal of approval. They stumbled their way back toward the loft door, locked together until finally Spike’s back was pressed up against it, now with Rarity pinning him aggressively. They broke the kiss and Spike panted, looking longingly into Rarity’s eyes.

Rarity let out a slightly delirious laugh as she looked into Spike’s sparkling emerald eyes. “I… I take it you still want this, too?” When he nodded in agreement, a goofy smile on his face, she cast her magic on the combination lock to the door, beaming when she heard the click. “Good.” She pounced on him, both crashing through the front door and onto the floor of the loft.

The loft was a posh suite that opened up to the balcony that overlooked the main hall where the party was located. It had been here that Princess Celestia had waited and ultimately was subdued by Nightmare Moon on that Summer Sun Celebration long ago. As such, it was decorated with the sort of finery fit for a princess. In addition to its use as a waiting area prior to taking to the balcony, it was also occasionally used as a temporary sleeping quarters for various officials, and thus there was even a princess-sized bed.

"Wow," was all Spike could say as Rarity began undoing the buttons on his pea coat with her teeth. With each button undone, she stopped to admire the new bit of flesh exposed and gave it a tender kiss before moving on. She reached the last button on his jacket and opened it, gasping at the sight.

Out from between the scales on Spike’s pelvis emerged two thick, pink shafts side by side. They were both quite large, comparing quite favorably with those Rarity had seen in her very private collection of Playfilly magazines. The most notable difference between his and those stallions’ members, aside from number, was that Spike’s tips were dappled with rounded barbs.

Rarity licked her muzzle as she considered her first course of action. She leaned toward the lightly pulsing left shaft and breathed in deeply of its somewhat cinnamony scent. She puckered her lips and lightly brushed the moist flesh.

"Oh, wait a minute," she said, her eyes drawn to the side. She gave a lascivious grin as she ran her hoof along the groove between Spike's hip and abs. "Oh, my stars, Darling. I... I don't know what it is, but this... this is absolutely fantastic." She licked her lips. "I just want to eat it up."

Spike squealed as she attempted to do just that. Her flat teeth dragged along the thin scales there, drawing peals of laughter from him. "Ra-ha-harity, what are you doing!"

"Did I hear you call me 'Hairity?'" Rarity said with a smirk. "You're going to get it for that!" She stuck out her tongue and dragged it along her favorite groove.

"Rarity!" Spike gasped between guffaws as tears poured down his face. "Stop!"

Rarity continued licking up Spike's chiseled draconic abs, over his toned pecs, and up his neck. All the while she shuffled his pea coat completely off with her hooves. "I don't think you really want me to stop, do you?" she said, her muzzle barely touching his.

Spike shook his head mutely, and was rewarded with a grasping kiss to his upper lip as Rarity momentarily withdrew.

She rocked back so that she was balancing on her hind legs, feeling a vulgar thrill rush through her as she allowed her saddle and the top portion of her dress to drop, revealing her twin raspberry red teats poking out from her pristinely groomed belly hair.

Spike's erections grew that much more as he drank in the sight. "Wow," he said dreamily, and he approached her, taking the fabric of her dress in hand. Rarity felt herself oozing lewdly as he slid it down her legs, enjoying the feel of every curve.

"What's this?" Spike asked as he found himself staring at a garment wrapped around her pelvis.

"You like?" Rarity asked, rubbing his scalp gently. "It's all the rage in Neighppon. Why, even the stallions like them so much they'll steal them right from a mare's clothesline. They call them 'panties.'"

Spike cocked his head. "Are they all made of gems? Looks like it'd be uncomfortable."

Rarity laughed. "Oh, no, Dearest. But these always make me feel fabulous."

A mischievous grin spread over Spike's face and he hooked his arms underneath her legs and stood, lifting her into the air.

Rarity squealed in delight as she found herself perched on his shoulders with his muzzle buried in her panties. She gasped when she felt his teeth glide along her skin and heard a crunch. "Oh, Spike, these are expensive!"

"Tastes like it," Spike murmured through her coat as he continued to pick the gems off from around her plumped pussy. "Mmm, and it tastes like something... sweet."

Rarity's breath was coming short and heavy as she savored the feeling of those sharp teeth and his dexterous tongue teasing her nether region. Knowing that he was getting ever closer to revealing her creamy center didn’t help as she coated her panties with more of her honey. "Haah... I thought you didn't like sweet anymore... Ahnn..."

"I think this kind of sweet," he said as his long tongue snaked between her legs and wrapped itself around her dock, "is just right." With a jerk of his tongue, the gems that hung about her tail ripped away.

"Ah!" Rarity exclaimed as she felt the long, slick muscle slide between her ample haunches and the bloomed flower of her labia as he pulled the remains of her panties into his mouth. Fully exposed, her entire body managed to turn various shades of pink, and she felt herself already beginning to spasm from the euphoric mixture of shame and excitement. "Spikey, don't tease me so."

Spike opened his jaws wide and locked his lips around Rarity's swollen vulva, sucking the sweet flesh in even as he pushed the middle of his tongue into her dripping rill, letting it fold in half as it entered her. The forked tips settled on each side of her clit, stroking it with each thrust deep inside her.

Rarity grunted and moaned, tightening her thighs' grip on Spike's head. She bucked her hips with each burst of heat that shot up her body. She hugged his head fin to her, pulling at his head desperately as if trying to take it completely into her body. She kissed and licked the fin, finding that even though she knew he probably couldn’t feel it, the act fed the bonfire of lust that had ignited in her body.

Spike quickly found a wall and pushed Rarity up against it for balance, freeing his claws to roam her body. His fingers traced circles around her teats, pulling at them gently but firmly, and letting his claws nip at them.

Arching her back against the wall, Rarity wheeled her front hooves as she whinnied gleefully. The way his fingers played against her burning nipples was like nothing the large, clumsy hooves of any pony could do. It was even better than the tingling touch of magic, which while certainly pleasurable, failed to simulate the direct touch of skin and the sharing of body heat.

She turned to the side and looked down toward Spike's lonely and very engorged hemipene. "Ide-e-e-a!" she sang. She seized one of his members in an aethereal blue ring. She pulled up, forming another at the base of the second shaft as the ring reached the tip of the first. She smiled and bit her lower lip as she saw Spike's knees start trembling almost immediately. She repeated the spells, keeping a constant alternating stroke on his double dragons.

Cheeks puffing out, green flame leaked from the corners of Spike's mouth as the heat of his passion grew. The icy-hot magic breath made Rarity grow rigid, her breath caught in her throat as wave after wave of molten pleasure rocked her. Her tongue lolled out of her mouth as she lost all control of her muscles and her saliva rolled down her chin and dripped onto Spike’s head.

The tension finally reached its tipping point and she let out a primal scream. Her thighs clenched even harder around Spike as her muscles seized, rocking her with waves of electrical excitement. Lubricants dribbled onto Spike's chest as she filled his mouth with her ejaculate.

Rarity flopped over him and loosened her grip. Spike let her down from his shoulders, holding her now in a bridal carry. He swallowed the juices that filled his mouth and licked the rest from his muzzle, making her shudder with carnal delight at the thought of her love liquor filling his belly.

"Good?" he asked.

"Very," Rarity said in a trembling voice. "Take me to the bed if you'd please, my good dragon."

Spike lifted his eyebrows, but made his way to the giant bed and set her carefully on the thick red comforter. "Tired out, huh?"

"Oh, I just needed a moment to recover, love," Rarity said with a saucy smirk. "Don't think I've forgotten about my new best friends." Her horn flared and she yanked Spike onto the bed by his still semi-erect rods. She rolled on top of him and pinned his wrists down with her hooves as she resumed magically stroking him.

"Wow," Spike breathed.

Rarity cocked a brow. "I think I'm starting to like hearing you say that." She gave him a warm kiss, the fuzz on her snout pleasantly tickling Spike's nostrils, and then she released his wrists and turned around.

Spike grabbed Rarity's rear hooves and squeezed as he felt her cool tongue flick across the head of his penis, and a shiver ran through him. She was still pulsing her magic up and down his shafts as she suckled on the tip of the right one and gently rubbed on the left with her velvety hoof, nursing them back to their adamantine state.

Rarity's honey-coated pussy hovered over Spike, winking seductively at him. He could see the milky fluids of her previous orgasm still seeping out and felt it drip occasionally onto his cheek. The pearl-shaped organ that seemed to be bursting from its shell drew Spike's attention, and he bit his lower lip as he released Rarity's hooves and sank his claws into her pillowy buns.

Keeping his left hand full with Rarity's sumptuous derrière, Spike stroked Rarity's labia with his index and pinkie, earning an approving hum. He slid his middle finger down her hole, which tightened around him, drawing him down. At the same time, he polished her ruby with his thumb.

"Ooh, you're going to make me work hard to keep up, aren't you?" Rarity said. She faced her challenger with a steely gaze. "Alright, I've never actually done this before, but..." She cracked her neck and descended upon Spike's dick, widening her jaws as much as she could before slurping the textured head into her mouth.

Rarity's horn glowed softly as she tugged at his shafts with her magic, and after a moment to set the rhythm, she began to push down, taking his massive girth inside while keeping her lips locked tight. Her tendons strained to accommodate his size, but she pressed on resolute in her determination to return Spike’s generosity. She coughed when his prickly head tickled at the back of her throat, coating his draconic pillar with her saliva. When she had pushed as far as she could, she pulled back up, her lips like small, silken vices as she sucked her cheeks in around the meaty pole.

At the same time she was becoming accustomed to her new snack, her perfectly pedicured front hooves glided smoothly up and down her treat's twin, becoming coated in the slick natural lubricant with which it had emerged. Her magic aura continued its work as well, unimpeded by her physical strokes as she continued casting. The combined efforts were already forcing a clear liquid to burble from the tip of this active volcano.

Spike thrashed on the bed, hips bucking up and driving himself deeper down Rarity's throat, forcing her to relax her jaws to allow him to thrust right down her eager throat. She responded to this abrupt change of pace by hooking her pastern around his other shaft and rapidly stroking it while massaging its glistening head. His own ministrations became even more frantic as he felt the tension in his loins building to a climax.

Rarity's hind legs began to shake and she was forced to lower herself onto Spike's face, where she ground her wetness on his muzzle as he freed his hands to cling to her pumping hips. She furiously humped his face, feeling herself driven to a frenzy by her own arousal and the promise of another release. All thoughts of propriety were gone with the wind as she began to slap herself down on him, sprinkling her excitement all around.

A salty and somewhat spicy flavor tickled Rarity's tongue, and Rarity realized Spike was getting close. She clamped down hard on his swelling cock and rammed it as far down her esophagus as she could manage, rolling her tongue against it. Her hooves slipped down to the base of the other as well, pressing down hard on the sensitive area where it emerged from his scales. She could feel as the one she had been working with her mouth spasmed, and hot nectar filled her throat, washing back into her neck and even flooding her sinuses, spurting from her nostrils. She pulled the other one toward her as she felt it swell with barely restrained pressure before it erupted, sending his milky white sauce spraying down her back and croup, even flowing into the valley of her haunches.

This dual discharge pushed Rarity over the edge as she pressed herself firmly against Spike's muzzle, engulfing him in her soaked folds. As if that weren't enough, as her convulsing body forced her to gush in her lover's face she felt his long tongue snake its way deep inside of her and his claws dig deeply into the flesh of her ample hindquarters, pulling her closer as he greedily lapped up her lubricious excretions.

His head came out of her mouth with a pop and she gasped for air as she lapped up the come that had leaked out of her mouth. She crawled off of Spike's face and turned to give him a sultry look. "Spikey-poo, you're so tasty."

Spike's eyes boggled even as he licked his face clean with his tongue. "Wow."

Rarity leered at his twins as she lay on the bed, propped up only by her back hooves. "You still seem rather rigid, Darling." Indeed, while they had lost some of their perk, they were still managing to stand tall after all that. She bit her lip as she turned away. She was somewhat ashamed to acknowledge that even after he had made her come twice in fairly short succession, she was still craving more. There was only one problem. "S-Spikey? I... I've never gone... any further with a stallion than this."

Still catching his breath, Spike looked at her curiously. "Really?"

"W-well!" Rarity said, taken aback by the incredulity in his tone. "I am a lady. I don't just jump into things with any stallion who buys me diamonds or takes me on a couple dates."

Spike's eyes softened. "I understand. We don't have to go any further than this. I could wait forever for you."

"Oh, I know," Rarity said, feeling an electric ball of warmth flutter in her chest. "But you don't understand. I do want to go... further." She blushed and ducked her face behind her mane, which had gone a bit flatter with perspiration. "If you don't mind." Oh, Lady, have I been picking up bad habits from Fluttershy?

Spike, for his part, sputtered and smoked. "B-but why? I thought you said..."

A knowing smile played at Rarity's mouth. "Spikey, we've known each other longer than I've known any of those stallions. I... I feel I can trust you with this." She brushed her mane out of her face and stood on the bed. "And given I'm more than sober at this moment, I think I can trust my own judgment in this matter."

“Well,” Spike said with a smirk. “I guess I can’t complain about that.” His face fell into a frown as he looked down at himself. “But… ah… I think I’m starting to give out. Looks like the boys are fading fast.”

Rarity lidded her eyes as she regarded the drooping soldiers. “Well,” she said with an alluring smile. “I think I know just what to do to whip them back into tip… top… shape.” With that she stood, flicking her tail to the side as she lowered herself slowly onto Spike’s lap. She limberly arched her back, spreading her haunches apart to give Spike a clear view of her valley of milk and honey. The view alone sent blood rushing back into his recently spent organs, and they stirred with the beginnings of arousal.

Buttocks like iron wrapped in velvet came back together, their alabaster roundness squeezing one of Spike’s shafts between them. The pillowy buns nearly engulfed it completely as Rarity rearranged her legs underneath her, pulling the spongy phallus upright. She slowly pushed her rump into the air, Spike’s semi-erect hemipene sliding between Rarity’s plump marshmallows, lubricated by the mixture of the result of their previous climax. When she had raised up as far as she could go, she quickly slid herself down his pole again, holding him fast.

Green flames shot from Spike’s mouth as Rarity did this, bringing a toothy grin to her face as she looked back at her handiwork. She repeated the motions, slowly pulling up before dropping to his base. Her own arousal kept everything working quite smoothly, and before long he was as stiff as a steel beam.

Rarity pulled to the top of Spike’s throbbing erection and released it, letting it slap back to Spike’s chest. Forelegs still folded under her, she looked back at Spike with her very best bedroom eyes. “It’s time to ride the pony, baby.”

Spike needed no further prompting and dove enthusiastically on top of her. He licked at the back of her ear, eliciting a delighted squeal as he positioned his fully aroused member. He tried to push inside, but he quickly found that it wasn't quite as easy as they made it seem in his dirty magazines.

"Ow, Spike," Rarity complained. "Up a little. To the right. No, your other right. Ooh! Too far up! We needn't be quite that adventurous, yet..."

He finally found the perfect position, and Rarity gasped as he made his first expedition into uncharted territory. She grunted and moaned in a most undignified fashion as she was stretched painfully by what she now convinced was a full grown, lubed up oak tree. She was fortunate to have broken her seal, so to speak, in her youth in a freak crocheting accident, but her inexperience still meant that it was a tight squeeze. The pain began to subside, however, replaced by an exquisite molten pleasure as he neared his hilt and his warmth filled her and relaxed her muscles.

Rarity kept her posterior high in the air as Spike began to slowly pump his hips, jiggling her hindquarters with each deep thrust of his length into her gluttonous cavern. She arched her back and let out a long cry as she felt his claws dig into her withers and scrape down her back and loin all the way to her quivering croup. It felt for all the world like having her coat brushed, an orgasmic experience in itself for her. "Oh, Spikey, keep doing that!"

The thrusts began to come more swiftly now as smoke spewed from Spike's snout. The wet slaps of his pelvis meeting her saturated rump filled the air along with Rarity's muffled squeaks and shouts of approval as she buried her face in the downy comforter and Spike's own guttural growls and snorts. After another minute of this, he grasped her around the barrel and lifted her clean off the bed, a shout of surprise escaping his lover's throat. He pulled her aching sheath right to his hilt, multiplying the force of the thrusts from his powerful hips.

Rarity's eyes rolled into the back of her head and her tongue hung out of her mouth like Winona in the midday summer sun. She was snapped out of her reverie, however, when she realized that she was being assaulted from the front as well. When she looked down she saw through her lusty haze that the twin of the rod that was currently delivering her so much pleasure was freely bouncing about as it emerged from underneath her pleasantly burning crotch. Dismayed that she had selfishly left such a magnificent piece of equipment unattended, she grabbed it and held it to her soft chest, pinned down by her forelegs. Each thrust from Spike thus became a stroke of his second member.

Not to be outdone, with one hand Spike pulled at her diamond hard teats as if he were attempting to milk her in midair while he sent his other claws south to meet Rarity’s pink pleasure pearl. He worked his fingers in a circular motion, spiraling her to greater heights of ecstasy with each revolution. She could practically feel his self-satisfied smirk above her head and might have chastised him for it had she not been so completely disoriented from the incoming orgasm.

“S-Spuh-Spikey!” Rarity sputtered. “I-I’m gonna…. I’m…” She cut herself off with a gurgling sound as her body clenched and she felt her hungry pussy clamp tight on Spike, pulling him in even as her arousal spurted out around the obstruction. It had almost subsided when she felt his hot seed pouring into her. The mere thought would have been enough to send her body careening over the edge once more at that moment, but being able to feel the semen burning a determined path through her womb it was all she could do to simply let her mouth hang open in a silent scream as her body shook uncontrollably.

With a grunt Spike withdrew his member and flipped Rarity on her back. He lowered himself so that their bellies and chests touched, and he entered her with a fresh player.

Rarity gasped. “Spike, what is this? What are you…?”

“One of the advantages to having two,” Spike explained simply. "And I want to spend this last one looking into your eyes while I make love to you." Then he kissed her deeply and moved inside her, gradually increasing the pace of his cervical incursions until even his longest strokes sounded much the same as Rainbow Dash's enthusiastic applause after a particularly awesome Wonderbolts show.

Rarity savored the mineral taste of Spike's lips combined with the sharpening sensation in her gut. Looking deep into his eyes as he kissed and rutted her, the passion within caused her heart to skip a beat or two. Once more her walls spasmed, and she felt as if her entire body were being pulled into some singularity of sex. Forcing herself to keep looking at Spike even as she was sure her face was contorted into the most unladylike of expressions, she saw his look of shock as he found himself trapped within her. His face tightened, tiny twitches in his cheek betraying the tremors that were undoubtedly rocking him within. Then, he gave a loud groan and she felt his sultry seed filling her once more with so much it spilled out along with her own wetness, which caused her body to redouble its efforts. She squealed, tightening her thighs as she milked him of every last drop.

The two lovers finally went completely limp, Spike's heavy, warm body covering Rarity, making her feel completely secure as she sucked in air. Eventually, her innards relaxed, but neither participant was eager to part. Instead, Spike merely shifted to the side, cuddling close together as she enjoyed the feeling of fullness for awhile longer.

Rarity's eyes fluttered open as the morning sun prodded her from her restful sleep. She sighed, wondering just where her sleep mask had gotten to. She had been having the most divine dream, too. A sweet note filled her senses, the warm vibration of a guitar string. She looked around and realized she wasn't in her bed at all.

Oh, dear, that wasn't just a dream...

She sat up, which was no easy task as her muscles were feeling the activities of the previous night acutely. Turning toward the source of the music, she saw Spike on the couch with his eyes half closed, playing his guitar as if in a trance. She recognized this as the piece he had played before, its swelling feeling of hope telling her it was very near it's conclusion.

Spike continued playing. The music began to resolve into major chords, solidifying the melody. No longer was the music of fanciful childhood dreams, it was the full bodied tune of not only an adult's dream fulfilled, but of a commitment to keep that dream and ensure there were no more lonely nights filled with heartache.

As she listened, Rarity found herself wishing now that the song would never end. Even as the last twang faded and Spike turned his warm gaze upon her, she knew that, though she may not always hear the music, this was something that would never really...

Author's Note

Prereader: Imaginary Valued