Isn't He Just Adorable

by Yosh-E-O

Rating: everyone
Tags: Slice of Life, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Romance, Spike, Rarity, Random
Length: 1798

It's winter and Spike is over helping Rarity with her new line of winter fashions. However, Rarity has another line of clothing she wants to try out on her little, Spikey-Wikey

Spike is over at Rarity's assisting her in the development of her "Winter Fashions" when Rarity notices her young assistant is getting sleepy. This gives her the perfect chance to try out her "Other" line of clothing in which is sure to make mommies and daddies everywhere rejoice!

The overall focus of this story is around creating a "Safe", "Comfortable", and "Relaxing" sensation through the feelings a baby may have. Touch, taste, scent, and sound all work together to lull Spike into the most restful sleep he has ever had while showing how there is a bit of mommy in Rarity.

Published 2014-01-05 22:00:03 UTC
Last updated 2014-01-05 22:00:03 UTC

Isn't He Just Adorable

Winter was upon the citizens of Ponyville and Rarity was all set to mass produce her latest, winter collection.

“Spike?” she asked. “Would you be a dear and come over this way?”

“Certainly,” he replied as he walked alongside Rarity. His back covered in various sewing needles.

Rarity used her magic to pluck one of the needles from Spike’s back. She then adjusted her glasses and began to hum ‘The Art of the Dress’ as she weaved together some of her latest, fabric combinations into a regal, blue scarf.

Spike swooned as he watched Rarity go through the motions of stitching together the scarf. Her voice, her smile, her delicate touch. It all made him wish that he were the one she was singing and rubbing her hooves through.

Spike rocked from side-to-side. His eyes fixated on Rarity’s every motion. His scales tingling as he continued to imagine himself receiving such care.

“Spike,” cooed Rarity. “I need you.”

Spike waddled more than walked as he approached the pony of his affections.

“Is someone getting tired?” asked Rarity.

Spike let out an involuntary yawn as he replied, “Oh, no. I’m just fine. Really.”

“Oh, sweetie,” said Rarity. “I know it’s been a long day and I really appreciate all your help.”

“Spike,” he yawned. “At your service.”

Rarity stepped away from the table she was working on and felt a cold shiver run down her spine.

“Ooh,” she gasped. “It’s a bit colder in here than I thought.”

“Would you like me to put more wood on the fire?” asked Spike.

“No, sweetie,” replied Rarity. “I have a better idea.”

Rarity used her magic to gather a few articles of clothing from a nearby drawer.

“Do follow me, darling,” she said. “I’ve been keeping some things around just for you that I do hope you like in which will help keep you nice and warm.”

“For, me?” asked Spike.

“Why, yes,” replied Rarity with a wink. “Now do come along.”

Spike felt himself getting more-and-more sleepy as he followed Rarity to her room.

“Oh,” she cooed. “You certainly do look so adorable when you waddle, Spike.”

Spike rubbed at his eyes.

“I’m not waddling,” he said as he rocked himself in place.

“You are just so cute,” cooed Rarity as she looked at the sleepy dragon. “Now hop up on my bed, please.”

Spike hopped up on Rarity’s bed. As he did, she used her magic to remove the needles she had stuck into his scales to do the work they had been doing today.

“Now lie down on your back, Spike,” she said.

Spike complied. He was starting to get caught up in how Rarity was fussing over him and his mind was starting to drift further into those thoughts of what it would be like to be handled by her with the same care she gave her fashion designs.

Rarity gently rubbed her hoof upon Spike’s tummy as she used her magic to lift his legs up.

“Do hold still, sweetie,” she stated. “This will take but a moment.”

Rarity began to hum the ‘The Art of the Dress’ again as she took what felt like a thick piece of cloth, pulled it up through his tail, and wrapped it around his torso.

“What’s that?” he asked. “It feels so soft.”

“But one part of my special line I created just for you, Spikey-Pooh,” replied Rarity.

Spike cold hear the cold wind blowing outside. However, it didn’t take his attention away from how Rarity was so delicately putting clothes on him. Not just any clothes either. These felt soft. Very soft. Like wearing a blanket soft.

Rarity used her magic to levitate Spike and move some pillows under his head. This allowed her to slip o garment that soon covered all of Spike’s body except for his claws and face. The sound of a zipper could be heard as Rarity seemed to coo with delight at how much a perfect fit the article of clothing was.

“Oh, Spike,” she said with a smile. “You look most adorable.”

Spike took in the feeling of what Rarity had put him into. He felt extra pudgy around his waist as he was covered from head-to-toe in an extremely soft, one-piece, pair of pajamas. They were even colored as if to match his own body with green running down the middle and purple everywhere else that it should be.

“Oh, this is my best work yet!” proclaimed Rarity. “Something special just for you, Spike. Something I have been inspired to do for how much you deserve to feel all swaddled up and loved like the beautiful, baby dragon you are.”

“Swaddled and loved?” he asked as he felt at the material that was now nearly covering his body.

“Why, yes, dear,” stated Rarity. “Everything you have on is made from minky. Plus, I added all sorts of other, special additions to amek it feel as if you were bundled up in a nice, soft, warm cloud of plush softness.”

“It does feel…” Spike yawned. “Really comfortable.”

“Good,” said Rarity. “Now for the real test.”

Rarity magically moved a very ornate, rocking chair over by the bed. She then sat herself into it and used her magic to bring Spike on top of her.

“What are you doing?” asked Spike.

“Shh,” said Rarity. “This is important.”

Using her magic, Rarity set the rocking chair in motion as she wrapped one hoof around Spike’s back and another under his backside.

“How is my Spikey-Wikey feeling?” she asked.

“Good,” he replied with a yawn.

Rarity began to gently rub his back.

“How about now?” she asked.

“Good,” he replied in an even more relaxed tone.

Rarity took the hoof she had under Spike’s thickly covered rump and began to pat gently at it.

“And now?” she asked.

Spike’s eyes began to close as he felt a sensation come over him that he had never felt before. It was one where he felt the whole world around him just disappear. It was as if he was becoming one with Rarity and nothing else mattered beyond being in her embrace.

“I see,” said Rarity before starting to softly hum her tune.

Spike felt himself falling deeper-and-deeper into a place he never knew existed. A mental state in which nothing mattered. Nothing, except feeling the love of Rarity rubbing, patting, and humming to him as they gently rocked back-and-forth.

Spike’s muscles began to grow limp with ech passing second. It wasn’t long before Rarity had him pulled right against her chest.

“Hmm,” he moaned as his ear rested right over Rarity’s, beating heart.

“How’s my Spikey-Pooh now?” she asked softly.

Spike sighed while raising a hand to feel at Rarity’s chest.

Between his clothes and Rarity’s warm, blooded body, the two began to feel a wonderful exchange of heat that only further lulled the little dragon further into a near vegetative state.

Feeling the heat exchange, Rarity gently kissed Spike on the top of his head.

“That’s it, Spikey-Wikey,” she said with coo. “Momma’ Rarity’s got you nice and snug and safe.”

“Momma?” asked Spike in a voice that could just barely be heard.

“That’s right, sweetie,” she said while continuing to rub, pat, rock, and now nuzzle. “Momma’s got you all safe and warm.”

Hearing the word ‘Momma’ made Spike fall deeper into the rance-like state he was already deeply in. His mind had all but turned itself off as his senses took over for all he was experiencing. The feel of Rarity’s hoof on his back and his bottom was relaxing. The caress of her muzzle against his head spikes was soothing, the scent of her perfume was inviting, and the beat of her heart was calming.

“Are you still with me, Spikey-Pooh?” she asked.

Spike merely hummed while more and more of his muscles relaxed. He was all but a doll in Rarity’s hooves.

“One more thing,” she said as her magic brought over a pacifier that contained a sapphire tip. She rubbed the gemstone gently against Spike’s lips until he opened his mouth just enough to allow it entry.

“How’s that?” she asked.

Spike said nothing. His suckling upon the sapphire pacifier going about at about the same pace as Rarity’s, beating heart.

“Go ahead, Spike,” she encouraged with a kiss. “Sleep.”

Spike’s eyes were completely closed and his breathing had slowed to where it now matched that of Rarity’s. When she’d breathe, he’d breathe. As her heart beat, he’d suckle. It was a beautiful state of harmony as their bodies became totally in sync with each other.

“Oh,” giggled Rarity as she felt something adding weight to Spike’s bottom. He had become so relaxed that his bladder had just emptied itself without even the young dragon knowing of it.

“Seems my three diamond diaper design works,” she chuckled while continuing to pat at Spike’s bottom. “And no leaks, too.”

Spike’s mind was now void of any thought. He was as he was. The present was all he cared for and it was a paradise that not even a seven hour, bubble bath could match.

Rarity returned to humming and, soon after, was pleased in how she had gotten Spike to fall into such a deep state of relaxation that she could do just about anything to him and he would not wake up.

“Oh, Spike,” she cooed as she gently placed him on a pile of old pillows she had on the floor. She then covered him up with a blanket before taking a moment to admire what she had done.

“Thanks for testing my latest line of foal clothing,” she said. “This line will make me so many bits and earn me so many awards for how it’s design is around total relaxation. Parents need no longer worry about sleepless nights thanks to me, Rarity the Unicorn!”

Her proud exclamation did not wake Spike from his slumber. He didn’t even move. He just continued to suckle at the pacifier as if he were still matching his motions to those of Rarity’s.

“I think I’ll call it, ‘A Mother’s Touch’,” she said before kissing Spike upon the cheek. “Sweet dreams.”

Author's Note

This story was written straight from mind to text. Editing was at minimal and I apologize for any mistypes and/or grammatical errors.

I hope this simple tale of relaxation through the close love a "Mother-Like" figure is enjoyable. If it is not, I apologize and hope you have a good day.

This story is not meant to be canon, or anything serious. It's just a tale to show how the senses, and some TLC, can make for a totally relaxing experience. Especially when you are held and coddled by the one you love.