The tale begins on a sunny afternoon in the quaint town of Ponyville. Spike, the resident baby dragon, was helping Rarity, the resident fashionista, find earthen jewels to use in her latest fashion line. Because of the squelching heat of the day, and because Spike had managed to find so many jewels, Rarity decided to invite Spike in for a glass of lemonade. The purple dragon sat happily on the couch in the front of the house awaiting Rarity's return with the promised refreshments.
"Here you are, darling," said Rarity as she sat down next to Spike, levitating a tray with two glasses of ice cold lemonade just waiting to be sipped on.
"Thanks, Rarity," Spike said, hearts in his eyes. He had always fancied Rarity from the moment he had arrived in Ponyville with Twilight, now the resident alicorn princess (supposedly… Like seriously when is she going to start throwing some ponies in dungeons or banishing them to the moon?). "You really live up to your element!"
"Oh, well, I suppose you're right," replied Rarity. The truth of it was that she'd rather that Spike had gone straight home after they had finished collecting the jewels. Rarity had always felt a little uncomfortable being alone with Spike after she found out about his little crush on her. Well, it was a very big crush to be frank…. almost bordering on creeper status. Nonetheless, she wouldn't live up to her image as a proper lady if she hadn't given the purple dragon some sort of compensation for his efforts.
The two sat there sipping on their lemonade. Every so often a conversation would begin, but none ever lasted that long. Spike was far too preoccupied with staring lovingly at Rarity's face for him to focus on idle chit-chat. Finally, Spike noticed he had finished off his whole glass of lemonade. Rarity noticed as well and took the opportunity to send Spike back home.
"Well, I must say thank you again, Spike. You've been a big help today. Now, you should hurry along home to Twilight. You wouldn’t want her to worry where you’ve gone off to now," she said, trying not to show her relief. Spike’s staring was really making her uncomfortable.
"Oh, okay," murmured Spike, the hearts disappearing from his eyes. He had wanted to stay a bit more and gaze upon his goddess. He quickly tried to think of something that would let him spend just a few more moments with the white unicorn. "Uh, can I use the bathroom before I leave though? That lemonade went right through me,” asked Spike. It was all he could think of on the spot.
Rarity nearly rolled her eyes at the tactless comment, but showed him to her restroom. When she had shown him the door leading to the bathroom, she turned to head back into her designing room saying, "You can show yourself out, right? I'll be in the back working on my new designs." She just wanted to be alone and now was not the time to encourage the little dragon anymore.
Spike was left alone in the hallway as he stared after Rarity's perfectly white, round flank. He had been feeling a strong urge coming from his loins ever since he saw the sweat dripping down Rarity's magnificent coat as they searched for the jewels earlier in the afternoon. The feeling had worsened as he sat staring at Rarity's lips sucking the lemonade through a purple straw; the colour of the straw made him imagine himself in the straw's position, or rather a certain part of himself. Now, staring at her hindquarters swaying teasingly to each side, he felt he could no longer hold back the need to feel a release.
The little dragon entered the bathroom and locked the door behind him. Almost immediately he began to massage his aching member. He stroked back and forth, trying to remember the scent of Rarity's sweat. He worked his shaft harder at the thought of having Rarity's lips wrapped around it. As he worked the stiff rod with his right claw his other found Rarity's mane comb; it had been lying on the side of the sink. He sniffed at it, imagining sniffing the base of the unicorn's tail. He was getting close.
Climax was within sight and only a minute had passed (Spike's a minute dragon... ) Spike looked around the bathroom for a spot to release his seed. The toilet was the obvious option, but as he made his way pass the medicine cabinet he spotted at small jar. A label on the jar's side told Spike that it was some Prench brand of mane gel.
Almost as if the Gods of Perverseness had shouted down to him, Spike had a wonderful, yet horrible thought. If he were to release his cum into the jar, then the next day when Rarity went to style her mane, she would be placing his semen all of her beautiful coiffure. Spike was completely giddy at the thought of having part of himself always with Rarity like he was marking her as his own. The dragon pushed aside the better part of his conscious and came hard into the little jar. Shot after shot of hot, white cum hit the creamy gel and blended in perfectly.
Smiling, Spike took a quick piss to clean out the rest of semen and happily left Carousel Boutique, anticipating the next day when he would see Rarity.
The Next Day
The mane six as well as Spike went to the park for a little picnic.
"Gee, Rarity! How do you always get your mane to look so good!?" Pinkie Pie almost shouted in excitement. The pink pony had been trying to style her mane to Rarity's look using only her own saliva, but everytime she thought she'd done it, the hot pink mane puffed right back out.
"Oh it's this lovely mane gel I had imported from Prance," answered Rarity, bouncing the little curly-q at the end of her hair. "There's just some special ingredient in there that keeps it perfect.
Spike smiled and murmured, "Yeah, I made sure of it."
"What was that, Spike?" asked Rarity.
"Nothing."
The end.
Author's Note
Why did I write this...
