Chapters "Spike!" Twilight Sparkle called from downstairs "I’m going to Canterlot for a week on official princess business. Think you can handle being here by yourself?"
The young dragon stayed silent as he doodled on a piece of paper, not paying attention to the purple alicorn.
“Spike!!” Twilight called again, stamping a hoof.
This made Spike look up and blink for a moment before looking up at Twi. “Yeah?”
She gave a sigh and looked down “I said I’m going away for a week…”
“Alright! I get the library to myself!” Spike cheered, interrupting Twilight.
“…you WERE going to get the library to yourself. But instead, I decided to get you a babysitter.” The princess continued with a slight look of annoyance.
“A babysitter?!” Spike complained, giving the same look of annoyance. “Aw, come on Twi! I’m like, twelve! I do-” he was cut off by Twi raising her hoof “Twelve is still a baby in dragon years. Now stop whining. I’m calling Rarity right away.” She then turns and starts walking towards the phone.
Spike’s eyes turn into hearts and a blush appears on his cheeks “Rarity?!” He smiled widely and went to his own bedroom, which Twilight has recently given him, to change, so he can try to ‘impress’ the seamstress that he had loved for so long.
About twenty minutes later, Twilight was aboard her train and Rarity knocked on the library door, which Spike rushed over to answer in a second “h-hi Rarity!” He greeted, his blush returning to his cheeks as he bows to the mare, wearing a red bowtie and a tuxedo.
Rarity giggled as she stepped in “my, you look fantastic Spikey!” She set down her saddlebags, which Spike gallantly asked to carry for her up to Twilight's bedroom, where the unicorn would no doubt be staying in, causing another giggle from Rarity “you’re too sweet Spikey… but no, darling, I might need them after all." she cleverly hides a smirk trying to form on her lips "so, what would you like to do with the time we have?” She asks, smiling gently at him as he clutches his chin in thought.
“Um…I’m not sure….I didn’t really think about it…” He admitted, looking down slightly, in embarrassment.
Rarity’s horn glowed for a moment before Spike’s tie and tux are levitated off of him “well darling, I have brought some of my work supplies with me. And I could use a model…would you be so kind as to oblige?” She asks with a sweet voice, fluttering her eyelashes to Spike.
“S-sure!” He accepts, his wide smile returning as Rarity levitated her sewing machine, different fabrics, a few dresses and some makeup from her bags.
The sight of one outfit had worried Spike though. It was a pink, French maids uniform. Which would have been fine… except it looked as though it was made to specifically fit a baby dragon. “Erm…Rarity, who’s that for?” He asked warily, pointing at the French maid uniform.
“Why you Spikey~ you’re the only baby dragon I know” she said again in her sweet voice.
“M-me?!” Spike asked, his eyes widening “b-but I’m a guy! I don’t wear stuff like that!”
Rarity pouted slightly, giving Spike puppy dog eyes “pwease Spikey? You said you’d be my model…”
Spike bit his lip. How could he say no to her? Especially with that face? Reluctantly, he sighed and looked down.
“Alright. I’ll wear it.”
The seamstress squee’d happily as she levitated the uniform onto Spike, making him blush of embarrassment but he felt something…. he didn’t know why but he liked the feeling of wearing the uniform. Like it was just… right. Like he belonged in girly clothes.
He opened his mouth to say something, but was immediately silenced by a levitating tube of a rose colored lipstick coming up and being applied to his lips, along with a small brush applying a light pink blush to his cheeks, causing him to close his eyes, which is when the sky blue eye shadow, Rarity's signature shade, came and applied itself to his eyelids.
“Oh Spikey, you look adorable!” Rarity giggled happily, having always found a guilty pleasure in seeing colts dressed as fillies. She then went to a desk in the library, taking out a camera “ok darling. Give me some good shots!”
Spike, still blushing as hard as he ever had in his life, which blended in nicely with the blush that was applied to his cheeks, he slowly striked some poses. Some cute. Some unintentionally sexy, depending on what angle you got them from, which Rarity made sure to get.
After the little photo-shoot, Rarity slowly approached Spike, a sinister smile on her face, all this time she held behind her mask of polite generosity, now unable to be concealed any longer. “now Spikey…will you do everything I ask for the remainder of this week?”
He nods slowly, too embarrassed to look her in the eyes “y-yes Rarity…” He slowly stuttered out.
“Good ‘girl’”
She remarked, petting Spike’s head softly, which caused him to blush even brighter. “Cause if you disobey me…these pictures will be posted all over Ponyville. And I’ll tell everypony that you begged me to dress you like this~” she lets out a wicked laugh as Spike looked up in horror and shock at her!
It was as if a stranger had broke into his home, foal napped Rarity and replaced her, in the blink of an eye!
Rarity smirked back down at Spike again “now, get some rest darling…tommorow, we got a very busy day for you”
Spike slowly opened his mouth “wh-what do you me-” was all he could stammer out before Rarity levitated out of her bag and shoved a ball gag in his mouth, locking it behind his head in one quick movement
“no questions. Bed.” She commands, giving a stern look and pointing with her foreleg, up stairs.
After a few moments of hopelessly trying to pry out the gag, the little dragon finally gives up, looking down as he heads to his bedroom.
Rarity waved at him and blew a kiss
“goodnight Spikey Wikey~ sweet dreams~”
Author's Note
ServingSpoon (Editor/Publisher): I found a dilemma, Spike carried her bags up stairs originally but she needed them to get out his maid uniform and sewing machine. So I had her refuse him politely when he asked to carry her bags.
I also thought it was important to mention that she used levitation to affix the gag to his mouth. You know me and bondage.. ;D
Spike never felt the supple black leather collar being gently buckled around his neck, with the delicate telekinetic touch of one very skilled and magic nimble mare. He never heard the diamond shaped gold tag, baring his name, or rather her pet name she had once so be-lovingly bestowed on him, 'Spikey ', ring against the brass buckle, mirroring the from of his master's cutie mark.
He awoke to the sound of a leash being snapped on him, his jaw achingly sore, from the ball gag Rarity had left in his jagged toothed maw, over the past 5 hours, since Princess Twilight had caught her train, and inadvertently left him in the hooves of a sexually deviant and malevolent mare.
Though being the kind, generous mare she is, at heart, she loosened it a bit to let his jaw relax, before she grabbed the leash and pulled him along. His eyes heavy with tiredness, still, he follows his mistress obediently.
Once outside the door, he saw that it was still very late at night, or early morning, he couldn't tell. But Luna's full moon was high in the sky, lighting the way of the odd pair, and that’s when Rarity finally spoke up.
“We’re going to visit one of my clients so he can ‘train’ you in…certain skills, lets call them.” She explained, eyes forward, still moving as she tows the dragon maid along.
Spike muffled a question into his gag, almost immeadiatly feeling a sharp pain, like the bite of a cobra, in his thigh, following his attempt to break the silence. Looking back, he see’s that there’s a riding crop levitating right behind him.
“No speaking unless given permission to, darling.” Rarity says sternly, with an uncharacteristically cruel indifference to the suffering that was meant to linger on even his thick, scaly, hide.
After a few minutes, the two reach Sweet Apple Acres. Which made Spike only that much more confused. Who were they meeting? At this time of night?
Rarity had dragged him into the barn, which at first sight, seemed empty, to the confused young drake in drag. But then Spike noticed something moving near the back, then Rarity spoke up
“I have a new plaything for you, Big Macintosh~” she almost singed in that deceptively sweet tone she was well known for.
Spike’s eyes widened and he blushed hard, surpassing the faded make up on his cheeks that rubbed off on his pillow, as he drooled and snored around the rubber ball in his muzzle.
"Big Mac?! " he screamed internally.
Spike couldn’t let Big Mac see him dressed like this!
The dragon in drag immediately started tugging on the leash, in panicked desperation, trying to get away, until Rarity growled and pushed him forward, with her fore hoof to his back, harshly.
“Move!" she commanded with no room for argument "Best not keep him waiting.” Rarity demanded, anger, and displeasure in her now venomously cruel voice.
Head hung in defeat, Spike sighed around the gag and approached Big Mac… and upon getting closer, Spike could see that Big Mac was now leaning backwards against a hay bale, his red and brown spotted cock fully erect, jutting out like a branch on a mighty, aged old apple tree.
Spike stared at it unyieldingly, his blush intensifying, unable to look away from the giant red snake, that already stood poised to strike.
“What the hay am I suppose to do with this…? ” He thought to himself.
As if Rarity could read his thoughts, she unbuckled the gag and pulled it out of Spike’s mouth…only for it to be replaced by big mac’s massive 24 inch long cock, as she used her magic touch to force the little dragon maiden's face down on the rock hard stallion-hood, with no preamble, no warming up to it, and no mercy!
Gagging and eyes already watering, Spike tries to pull away, but right when he reaches the head of the cock, he feels Rarity’s hoof on the back of his head. Stopping him from going any further back “nah-ah-ah darling. You can’t stop sucking until he blows his load.” she chides in a patronizingly sweet tone.
Spike closed his eyes. He didn’t really know what she meant by “blow his load” but seeing no other way out of it, he began to softly suck on Big Mac’s length, getting a moan out from the stallion as he slowly inched his way down the shaft.
Rarity bit her bottom lip, feeling her pussy get wet “mmm…good little sissy~” she softly coos, beginning to rub herself with a fore hoof, gently.
After reaching about halfway, which both Rarity and Macintosh were surprised to see from a dragon so small, Spike couldn’t take anymore and began working his way back up. When he reached the head again, he moved back down, taking in slightly more then last time. Then back up. And back down. Back up. Then back down.
Until finally he felt Big Mac’s cock start to swell up a bit, then a burst of cum was released into Spike’s mouth, quickly flooding his mouth as his eyes open wide.
The frantic and startled young dragon maiden, tries pulling back instinctively, as his virgin tongue tasted a stallion for the very first time. But Rarity and Big Mac both held him down.
“Swallow it all you sissy bitch!” Rarity commands, being extremely turned on.
Spike began swallowing the stallion’s seed before it flooded his mouth. After an eternity spanning the course of one maybe 2 minutes, his task was complete, and Bic Mac's fire hose had been sucked dry to the work pony's much awaited content. It was a long hard job in the field today, and he needed the release. when Spike was all done, the two ponies finally let him up for air.
Spike gasps for breath, feeling choked by the sheer volume of the tangy salty 'apple sauce' that made him feel slightly like vomiting. Knowing this would displease Rarity and disgust her to no end, he somehow managed to force his meal back down.
Rarity takes up his leash in her hoof, once again and places a gentle kiss on the cheek, for a job well done.
“great job my little Sissy Spikey Wikey~" she praised with no undertone of insincerity "just for that fabulous performance, I’ll let you go the rest of the night and tommorow morning without your gag.” she generously bequeathed.
Spike couldn’t help but smile a bit, knowing he made Rarity happy “th-thank you Rarity” he said shyly, then felt the pain in his thigh again.
“That’s mistress, to you, sissy. Got it?”
she proclaimed, with the crop held high in her deceptively gentle blue aura of magic, poised to deliver another corrective measure if need be.
With a slight whimper, he slowly nods “y-yes Rari-…I mean, Mistress…”
Rarity then gently patted the dragons head “good! Then lets get you home so you can meet the other sissies!” the mare smirks and giggles bidding him to move by a sudden jerk on his leash, that almost took him off his feet.
Spike’s eyes gave a look of shock. "Others?" he pondered in his astonishment.
She had other 'sissies' at her house?
Author's Note
ServingSpoon (editor/publisher): forgive me but i thought it was a wee bit short and needed a little more detail on this one. Not many spelling errors though. maybe one correction out of the two chapters. A great story. Hope you like the changes.
((you can delete this if you like or make changes. it is your story after all ;D))
Author's Note
This isn't exactly the chapter three I had envisioned...but I had to give you guys something. Sorry it's not that good. But it's sorta hard to force yourself to write when you have writer's block.
Edited by ServingSpoon.
Meeting The "Girls"
The sun was just beginning to rise as Rarity and Spike reached Carousel Boutique.
Rarity takes out her key and unlocks the door. Holding it open for Spike, who slowly steps in and looks around. He's been in this building many times, but it still makes him feel queasy inside to be in the home of the mare he loves.
Rarity interrupted his thought by yelling out " oh girls! Mistress is home, and she has a new play mate for you!"
Hearing that, Spike gulps, nervous as to who these girls are. His fear growing as he hears hoof steps nearing him and Rarity… Then Pipsqueak and Featherweight enter the room, wearing maid outfits, and collars with Rarity's name on them. "Hello Mistress" they say in unison and bow, getting a giggle out of Rarity. "Good girls. This is the new maid, Spike. I expect you to treat her with the same respect you show me and each other. Understood?"
Both the colts nod "Yes Mistress" they say, again in unison.
"Good." Rarity says with a smile "now go show her to her room, and get her prepared. My little protege shall be coming today, and I want her to enjoy her visit." And with that, the girly colts grab the baby dragon, and take him to a bedroom that's painted pink, has a queen size bed, a closet, two dressers, and a vanity table, with four full size mirrors lined up in a row. The colts then set spike on the bed, and rushed off to grab the necessary materials.
"Uh… you guys work for Rarity?" Spike asked, watching them gather things around the room.
"Yep." Said Featherweight, as he grabbed some shoes.
"For how long?" Spike asked, still watching curiously.
"Couple days." Pipsqueak says as they both approach Spike "now shut up so we can get you ready." And with that, the colts went to work, putting a maid's outfit that matched theirs on the young dragon, along with a pair of black high heels. Then they took his old collar and leash off him, putting the new one with Rarity's name on him.
"Close your eyes" featherweight commands. When spike does so, they begin applying pink eye shadow, ruby red lipstick, and a faint pink blush on to him.
"Think that's enough?" Pipsqueak asks, turning to the other girly colt. "Hm… hang on." Featherweight goes to the closet and returns with a blonde wig, settling it on Spike's head.
"There, Mistress will have to do the rest later."
"R-rest? What do you mean?" Spike asks, cautiously. The two maids turn to him and chuckle a bit "You'll see." Featherweight says with a smile. "Just do your work and don't mess up, and nothing bad will happen… now come on. Mistress needs the house clean for her apprentice." The boys turn and begin walking, to go clean the boutique, Spike following them. "W-wait! Who is Rarity's apprentice...?" Spike asks, hoping its not someone too bad…
The young pegasi turns to Spike" uh… Silver Spoon..."
Spike's eyes widen in fear "S-Silver spoon?!"
Something told him, this was going to be a bad day..
