Maretropolis, a bustling city of knowledge, wealth, power, crime, and home of the Power Ponies! Rarity had to admit it, the city was stunningly beautiful with its big, modern skyscrapers, bustling nightclubs, and the dazzling lights that seemed to come from every building reaching into the sky above and competing with the stars’ own splendid display. She wondered if the fictional location had been inspired by Manehatten’s own skyline. Her soft, white fingers skimmed through the pages, perfectly manicured and freshly polished to match her purple, curled coiffure. Her deep azure eyes sparkled as she hummed a happy, contagious little tune that her little sister had gotten caught in her head. She swayed her voluptuous hips a bit around the boutique's showroom to the song while double checking the clock on the wall. Much to her delight, everything was perfectly in order and exactly as she had specified. She laid the special, rare, enchanted comic book in the gift box, sealed it with a ribbon, and wrote the name of the gift’s recipient. In beautiful, well-practiced calligraphy it read, ‘Spike.’
She had to admit, being a hero of Equestria and a successful business mare certainly had its benefits. An introduction and a promise of a large commission was all it took to convince the author of the Power Ponies to create a unique, enchanted comic for her beloved drakefriend. Rarity could just imagine him now: A big, fang-filled grin as she presented his gift. His amethyst claws going to rip the package before reconsidering due to her presence and slicing politely through the ribbon before lifting the lid. Those cute, lime green ear fins would be standing up and his emerald, slitted eyes would shine as he discovered one of his favorite comics inside; she had no doubt he would begin to wonder why he did not recognize the title. He had been such a good lover and drakefriend since that weekend a few months ago. Her, ‘Master,’ definitely deserved a token of her gratitude. One she would enjoy just as much.
The daydream was shattered as a bell alerted her to a guest. Considering she had closed the shop, she was not surprised that it was the tall, lean dragon of her dreams. “Hey, Rarity, I’m here.”
“Spikey!” She ran up, throwing her arms around his neck and effectively hiding the present as she gave him a hug. She parted just a bit, enough to throw her head forward and lock lips with her dragon, enjoying the earthy flavor of his lips and breath.
Her mouth tasted so sweet and delicious against his, it was a struggle against instinct to pull away. Even as he did, the scent of vanilla followed, flooding his senses, and he had to give his head a quick shake to free them from its enchanting allure. “Woah, I think I liked your ‘hi’ better.”
Pressing her nose to his, she let him rest his forehead against hers. “Then you’re going to love this.” Releasing him from her hug she swept back gracefully revealing the gift.
Draconic pupils sunk back in dread as his heart gave a suddenly terrified pause. “I-It’s not like a seventy-six day anniversary... or something is it? Cause-I-didn’t-get-you-a-present-and-I’m sorry-and-have-I-told-you-how-much-I-love-you? Please don’t hurt me!?”
Rarity’s face was unreadable, right until she broke in a fit of laughter. “That’s ridiculous, Spike. I just was hit by the most wonderful idea for a gift, and I couldn’t resist getting us something.”
The blood rushed back into his body as breath once again escaped his lungs, reminding him that he could, and likely should, resume his breathing, before he considered exactly what was said to him. “Wait, us?”
His gift was promptly pushed into his claws as a sly smile played out across her face. “Why don’t you open it and see?”
Requiring no more incentive, Spike went to mercilessly tear the box open, until remembering whose company he was in, as he smoothly changed the slashing motion into a simple cutting of the ribbon, before politely lifting the lid. His composure was lost when he saw the fresh, mint comic and held it gingerly in his claws, being careful not to accidentally tear it or mar the edges. “The Power Ponies: A Night of Crime and Passion. I’ve never even heard of this one; where’d you find it?”
The warmth Rarity felt whenever she gave someone something incredibly special spread through her even stronger, knowing it was her special-somedrake. Of course, knowing what was inside had her feeling pretty hot too, although for entirely different reasons. “Well, it might be a one-of-a-kind, specially commissioned for the Element of Generosity comic.”
He gave her a slow blink as the rest of his face looked taken aback in shock and awe. “Wow.”
“Nice to see I can still make you speechless,” she placed her hand on his shoulder and moved beside him, unable to keep the excitement out of her voice, “but don’t you want to look under the cover?”
“And ruin a mint condition, one-of-a-kind, specially-made print? Do you have any idea what that would do to the collector’s value?” He watched as her face took on a look of sheer annoyance, to his amusement. “I’m just kidding.” Smiling lovingly at her, he flipped the cover and began to read out loud, “A tale of love in the night, after a very hard-won fight. Two, young superheroes revealing their feelings; now it’s your turn to experience their private dealings.”
As the last word left his mouth a portal opened from within the comic, forcefully warping the surprised dragon and grinning unicorn into its pages.
Darkness surrounded his vision, an all-consuming blackness devoid of even the most remotely recognizable shapes, right until Spike remembered that he had to open his eyes if he wanted to see. Upon completing the difficult process that required blinking a few times in order for his eyes to adjust, he found himself staring at a beautiful sunset complete with skyscrapers obstructing his view. “Skyscrapers?”
“...Skyscrapers!” Spike jolted up into a sitting position and stared transfixed at the sudden change of environment. One minute he was in Rarity's lobby, the next he was subjected to a barrage of bizarre sights and sounds. Voices of bustling ponies, carriages rumbling by from below, noisy, fussing pigeons on the rooftop nearby, and the thumping beat of rave music one would expect to hear at a DJ-Pon3 concert or nightclubs.
The sing-song voice of an angel, unmistakable as anyone’s but Rarity’s, filled his ears, “Finally awake, Spikey- I mean, Humdrum?”
A vision of beauty and blue spandex with pink crystals inlaid in her mane and tail came into his view, leaving all thoughts of the fantasy city crashing and burning in its wake. The same gems were in her jewelry: a necklace, two wristbands, and a pair of ankle bracelets. The entire outfit was quite tight showing off the top of her white breasts, her shoulders, and even her midriff was visible from a diamond cutout in the center. “So, what do you think?”
“Radiance never looked so good. I especially like the boots and gloves.” The boots Spike was referring to were thigh-high sandal boots that fit tightly against a pair of shapely, enticing legs, and the gloves covered the length of her arms, but were fingerless to show off her long, slender fingers tipped by perfectly manicured, violet-painted nails. “Shame that big, blue mask is covering the rest of your beautiful face.” He put his legs in the air and in one clean movement brought himself to his feet. Managing to look away from her somehow, he discovered they were on the roof of what appeared to be a two-story building.
“I don’t know, darling; I quite like the masks. Funny what a blue piece of fabric, or in your case a black one, can add to the mystery and allure of a situation.”
Her comment threw him off momentarily, before he looked down and found himself shirtless. In fact, the only thing that seemed to be covering him was a red pair of briefs with a blue belt and a gold set, round emerald buckle. His ‘ensemble,’ was completed by blue gloves and knee-high boots. A red cape rustled in the wind behind him, connected around his neck. “I don’t remember this outfit being so… tight or revealing last time.”
Rarity ran a finger down his lean, light green chest scales. “You’ve grown into it quite, ravishingly.”
One of his claws slipped under her collar. “You are into some kinky stuff.”
A gasp escaped from her lips as Spike spun around her and slid his hands into her top thanks to the exposed part of her cleavage. His gloved hands squeezed mercilessly at her considerable breasts. She bit her lip, looking down as she watched the shape of his hands slither playfully downwards over the curve of her breasts, his fingers squirming against her skin as they kneaded her soft mounds beneath the latex that hugged tightly against her chest.
“Humdrum-” was all she managed to squeak out before the train of thought was lost to the sensation of his fingers closing around her nipples, twisting and pulling at them in the most delightful of torturous ways. She could feel her juices pooling in the crotch of her costume unable to escape down her legs yet because of how tightly the outfit clung to her body. Her entire marehood would soon be drowned in sticky liquid.
Spike was enjoying the weight of Rarity's large breasts pressing into his hands as he teased her, but it just wasn't the same with gloves on. He missed the feeling of his hands running through her fur, the sweet touch of her fur against scale. “Give me a sec to slip these-”
An explosion followed by an alarm from the streets below interrupted him. A gang of thugs of varying builds with dark manes, dressed in street clothes and wearing Celestia masks, were escaping The First National Bank of Maretropolis through a hole blown in the wall. Each carried a completely filled duffel bag, no doubt with money and other valuables. Soon, the masks would be removed and they would separate, blending in with the other ponies going through their daily routine.
“Crime!” She rushed forward, forcing his hands out of her outfit. The bracelets around Rarity’s arms and ankles lit up as an ethereal pink chariot appeared, matching the jewelry in color. She hopped in shouting, “Let’s go,” as the chariot shot towards the escaping crooks.
A disgruntled frown splayed across his face. “That figures. I’ve read enough comic books that I really should've seen this coming. Might as well get to it, at least I have something to take my frustration out on.” Unfurling his wings from behind the cape and adjusting for the new tightness in his shorts, Spike launched into the air, the night’s cold breeze on his face as he flew after her. Unlike his last adventure into an enchanted comic, and although it interrupted his play time with Rarity, Spike was thrilled to be in the shoes of the once-sidekick, now-turned-superhero. He landed on the rooftop behind the thieves as Rarity came down.
A pink construct wall appeared behind Rarity as she stood proudly in front of the six bank robbers. “So, would you like to give up or am I going to have to get a little, unladylike?”
They looked at each other and back at her before the largest among them shouted out in a thick, gravelly voice, “It’s just Radiance; come on, boys, we can take her.”
“Now that’s just rude.”
A giant needle and thread appeared as they barreled towards her. It shot forward, wrapping around the loudmouthed miscreant and gagging him for extra effect. As one of them reached her, his fist slammed into a newly created dish cover, right before a giant high heel trapped his body to the ground.
The next unlucky stallion never even came close to her as he felt a tap on his shoulder and turned around, right into a solid right hook. “Who said she was alone?” He stole a quick glance at Rarity. “Um, not that you need the help.”
She waved daintily at him as a train striking an uncanny resemblance to the Crystal Empire Express rammed another unfortunate criminal into a wall. “Thank you, Humdrum. See, boys, that’s how you treat a lady: With respect.”
Of the two criminals remaining, one particularly stupid brute, after watching his cohort get plowed into a wall by a train, had the less than bright idea to open his mouth with a, “Oh fuc-”
While the thug’s choice of words were quite obvious, he never had the chance to finish spitting them out as his face was smashed into the asphalt by a dragon’s claw that had grabbed the back of the head. A growl escaped his throat, “Nobody talks to her that way.”
The last one standing, to his credit, realized that there was no chance of defeating the two Power Ponies and tried to flee with the loot in hand. Too little too late: Spike's tail was faster than the thug's feet. It shot out, catching the fleeing crook by the ankle and sending him stumbling and rolling into a nearby lamppost like a blundering idiot.
With their enemies disposed of Rarity moved next to Spike, striking a heroic pose. “Well, that was easy.”
“Yeah it was. In fact, it was almost too easy, like a,” A yellow smoke dispersed through the air from beneath them, Rarity fell unconscious almost instantly. As Spike caught her, the gas cloud finally broke through his draconic resistance, “trap,” he uttered before falling onto the ground with Rarity on top of him.
An evil laugh echoed from the shadows.
For the second time today Spike found himself regaining consciousness with no idea where he was other than somewhere really dark. This time however, he found that his hands were chained together with Rarity’s. They appeared to be in some sort of cage. His voice was just a whisper as he tried to stir the sleeping beauty, “Hey, you awake?”
“Five more minutes, darling, and don’t you think it’s a bit early for the handcuffs?”
Appearing from seemingly nowhere was a golden stallion in a very expensive-looking business suit. As nice as the suit was though, it did little to distract from his most prominent feature: A maneless head. “Look who’s awake.” His voice was strangely enrapturing, easily able to draw the attention of a crowd the moment he spoke. “I must admit, I had been hoping to capture The Masked Matterhorn with my little rouse, but she will come for the two of you, and then, revenge shall be mine. You Power Ponies, so predictable, I knew one of you would be unable to ignore my little setup. Now I will finally have my revenge on Matterhorn for what she did!”
Spike’s eyes bore holes into the Supervillain’s head. “You’ll never get away with this, Mane Brain! Or should I say, Maneless Brain?”
The stallion’s face contorted with rage and anger, but a deep breath brought it back to a steady calm. “Very clever, Humdrum. I was going to wait to fry the two of you until Matterhorn got here, but I only really need one piece of bait.”
Fetching a remote from his pocket, he pressed a button turning on lights in rows to reveal a rather large hangar, a room full of hired thugs, and a large laserinator pointed right at their faces.
Rarity, now fully awake and grasping their situation, smiled smugly. “Oh, well what if I do this?” Nothing happened. “This! This. This?”
Reaching back into his pocket, Mane Brain pulled out the four bracelets that gave Radiance her powers. “Looking for these, Radiance? I couldn’t get them to work for me yet, but I’m sure I’ll figure it out soon enough. And that smoke I hit you with earlier, let’s just say it has a wonderful side benefit of disrupting unicorn magic.”
“They’ll never work for the likes of you! They’re powered by the beauty in one’s heart; something that shriveled black mass of oozing sludge you have could never comprehend!”
“Hmm, useless baubles then.” He threw them down on a table next to the laser. “Now, to decide which of you to be rid of first.” With a push of his finger the laserinator hummed to life.
“Listen, Humdrum, I know this doesn’t seem like the best time to tell you, but I might not have another chance; I love you.”
Spike was confused, to say the least. Whispering to the mare behind him, he asked, “Rarity, you do know if we get destroyed in here that we’ll just end up back in our world, right?”
“Shush! It's no fun if we don't play along.”
Not one to argue with the mare of his dreams, Spike simply shrugged his shoulders and did as he was told. “I’ve always loved you, Radiance; I just never dreamed that someone as amazing as you would feel the same way about a bumbling sidekick like me.”
“You’re as much a hero as any of us, darling, never forget that.”
Spike grinned like a fox as he heard the tumbler release against his claw.
“Why, that’s so sweet and touching. It almost makes me want to release you. Oh wait, no, that’s just a bit of heartburn. Mexicolt for lunch, I’m sure you understand.” His forces laughed alongside him. “Now face your doom!”
They could feel the heat from the laserinator as it reached its full charge. “Now!” they called out in unison; the searing, red beam barely missed the two heroes as they dove for cover, the now-open shackles clattering uselessly against the floor. The steady beam was left scorching and burning into the wall at the far side of the room.
Spike, having little time to do much else, smashed his fist against the chain holding the door closed on their prison, shattering it in one blow. “You first! And son of a- that hurt!”
As the two superheroes fled the cage before the weapon could be repositioned, Mane Brain shouted through clenched teeth, “Get them you idiots!”
Spike charged forward, vaulting over the first minion he reached and using their back to hurl himself forward to the table where Rarity’s bracelets had been unceremoniously thrown down.
Mane Brain reached for the source of Radiance’s power. “Don’t let that buffoon-”
A high kick to the face from Spike sent him sprawling upwards into the laserinator. Grabbing the crystals, Spike went to throw them to his beloved, only to be momentarily shocked as he saw almost a dozen incapacitated crooks in her wake. The mare was throwing kick after kick into any who dared get too close. To say he found it incredibly sexy wouldn’t even begin to do justice to how it made him feel. He shook his head to clear it of thoughts like how wonderfully tight that spandex was with each thrust of her leg. Moving forward he found himself blockaded by five of the stallions. The first came up swinging wide, his own arm went up blocking the punch before the hand shot out and grabbed the unlucky thug’s head and slammed it into his quickly raised knee. “Who’s next?”
The other four rushed at him. A number of short, quick punches knocked one back, as another attempted to curve their foot into his side. Spike’s arm caught the thug’s leg and trapped it against his side, before he charged forward and slammed his elbow into the crook connecting the leg and the hip effectively tossing him to the floor, leaving the goon holding his injured limb. Spike’s foot flew up in the same movement crashing into the next stallion’s stomach and dropping him to the floor in the fetal position.
A punch came flying in just as he righted himself; barely managing to dodge it, he rolled over the attacker’s back and sent his elbow straight into their face. With only one of the assailants left, the drake dropped down towards the floor and swept his opponent’s leg out from beneath them. He finished it with an axe kick to the chest of the downed thug.
His path now cleared, he joined Rarity who was slipping the bracelets on seamlessly. “I’m no slacker in a fight, but I was never anywhere near this good.”
Her arms crossed, Rarity’s eyes lit up with pink energy as a giant pincushion filled the room, smashing all of the henchmen, Mane Brain, and the laserinator into the wall, defeating all of the enemies left in one giant attack. She then proceeded to sweep all of them into a dustpan with a feather duster before creating one final construct: A giant garbage can to dump them in. “It’s the comic, darling. Humdrum mastered fighting and stealth techniques to finally fit in and become a true Power Pony instead of just a sidekick, as I’m sure you’re aware. Since you are Humdrum, you now have all of his fighting prowess, and I must say, watching you out there was quite exhilarating. How about the two of us head back to my loft and debrief?”
After giving her a quick, passionate kiss, Spike placed his head on her shoulder. “It’s so hot that you know that.” Her lips still tasted as sweet as they did during that first, gem-feed kiss. “Sounds like a plan, but one question first.”
“Sure, Humdrum.”
“Why are your nipples poking out from beneath your costume?”
“Well, some dragon got me fairly excited earlier, and latex doesn't lend itself well to undergarments.” Rarity smiled seductively as she pressed her chest against his to emphasize her points. “Also, this isn't exactly a fighting-based comic, hence why we haven’t been ported out after defeating the bad guy.” The playful wink she gave left little doubt as to what kind of action this comic was about.
“You naughty mare.” Before the police could arrive, he scooped her into his arms and took off into the night.
As Spike flew through Maretropolis’ dark lit skyline, he could smell the sweat from their little rumble on her, prompting him to fly that much faster so that he could view it glistening on her fur in the bedroom light.
The cold night air nipped at Rarity as they flew causing her to snuggle into his arms to better enjoy the natural heat that dragons gave off.
The most grand and elegant hotel in the city came into view, soaring high into the sky. Spike picked up the pace, staying as far out of the lights as possible as they landed on the roof, next to the built-in pool. A number of expensive looking chairs, patio tables, and a bar also adorned the penthouse’s private veranda. The view of the city was breathtaking, but the hungry, young couple paid it no heed as they somehow found their way inside without ever breaking the lustful kiss they had engaged in once they landed.
Following suit, the penthouse itself was a marvelous thing full of beautiful art, cherry bookcases, sleek black marble countertops, the finest scarlet furniture money could buy, and giant windows that overlooked the entire city. The entire place gave a feeling of comfort and wealth; it was no surprise considering that Radiance’s alter ego was one of the richest and most powerful mares in the world of interior design.
Once again the elegance was lost to the lovers as they burst onto the scene. Falling over the arm of the couch without a care, Spike quickly picked himself up, his breath coming in fast, short pants. He stripped out of his briefs, gloves, and boots before going to remove the cape.
Rarity’s face was as red as a rose, her pants filled the air alongside his, and her voice came out hearty and needing. “Leave the cape and the mask; no reason to shatter the illusion, my not-so-little Humdrum.”
“As you wish, my lovely Radiance.” Spike’s arms moved instinctively to remove his lover’s clothing before the geekier side of his mind reminded him that Radiance’s costume was a manifestation of her power crystals.
“Allow me, darling.” The pink crystals lit up and the outfit seemed to disintegrate from her form, leaving her shapely, sweaty body naked before him with only the mask, bracelets, and gloves remaining.
Spike admired the perfect white fur, the hard, cute, teal nipples standing up on her lovely breasts, the wonderfully fluffy belly of hers, her fantastic thighs, and the beautiful, glistening marehood. “Fighting crime commando; how risqué, how shameless, and how scandalous. Radiance, you’re such a naughty mare.”
Her body tensed a bit as she felt her thighs moisten. She loved it when he stated her mischievous side out loud. It was something he'd brought out in her, something she hadn't even truly admitted she had until that life-changing weekend. “I am; I’m such a naughty mare. Punish me, Humdrum!”
An assortment of pink construct toys, paddles, gags, and numerous others things of sexual nature materialized in the air above Rarity’s head. It was like a smorgasbord of sexual deviousness, and Spike licked his lips ready to dive in. He plucked two bullet vibrators out of the collection, placing them upon her nipples; they stuck to her as if taped down. Taking the controller he showed it to Rarity and slowly but steadily moved the sliding button from off to high.
At the lower settings she merely gasped and tensed up slightly. As it made it to medium she grasped at the couch, clawing into it as her back arched. The highest setting forced her hands from the upholstery and into the delicate flesh of her breasts where they kneaded them uncontrollably. Her tongue fell limp as her moans filled the air, but it wasn’t nearly enough to push her over the edge.
Spike loved the sight of her lost to ecstasy. “I see having your nipples mashed and rubbing against that latex as we fought crime has made you particularly sensitive. Such vulgarity is a disgrace to the Power Ponies, Radiance. It seem you were right; I will have to punish you.”
By this point Rarity had wormed her way across the couch so her whole body was on the cushions, her juices staining them. Spike moved next to her, grabbing her wrists and forcing them away from her breasts and over her head. “No, please, forgive me; just let me keep playing with them!”
To her surprise, she was hoisted up, forcing her onto her knees before being tossed forward, with an almost unnoticeable transition at the end that caused her landing to be fairly soft, so that her stomach rested upon the arm of the sofa, the front part of her body was dipped downwards slightly, and her voluptuous ass was sticking straight up in the air, her pink, diamond-filled tail resting on her bare back. She was exposed and at his mercy, completely and utterly dominated, and she was loving every minute of it.
As his hands dropped her wrists, she could feel one of his claws on her back, firmly stopping her from trying to get up, but her mind was elsewhere as she groped at the increasingly sensitive flesh surrounding those wonderful, buzzing bullets. The vibrations ran rampant through her body, relentlessly, amazingly. She could feel the drool slide over her lips at the corner and drip down her face. There was no doubt in her mind the same was happening to the ten-thousand bit couch her marehood sat above.
Ever since he had begun accepting his more draconic nature, Spike had felt an unbelievable degree of confidence and sense of vigor during sex. The primal part of his mind screamed to take control and make her delight in every movement and touch, and that was exactly what he planned to do for the mare he loved. It was hard to pull his eyes away from the enticing sight of a dripping-wet Rarity, but he needed to find the perfect tool for what came next. A devious smile overtook his lips as he noticed a pink, ethereal hand paddle with holes running up and down the would-be-wood, taking it in hand and smirking.
“The only way to deal with such a bad girl is to remind her what happens if she doesn’t behave.”
The sound of wood across white, supple flank filled the room, followed quickly by the aroused yelp of the paddled mare. His arm reeled back before rushing forward, crashing the end of the construct into her other cheek, once again eliciting her beautifully pleasured and pained cry, like music to his ears. Beyond his control, his twin virilities came out of hiding.
Rarity’s mind was numb as the vibrators and her hands worked her breasts at incredible speeds while the continuous cracking sound across her well-swatted rear brought intense feelings, both physical and mental. Each jolt against her red hindquarters was meant to remind her of how to behave, but all it did was make her want to act out more. There was something strangely intoxicating about giving all of her power to the drake she loved. She was his to do with as he pleased, and yet she never truly felt safer or more loved. Even as her poor rump was beaten over and over her ability to truly separate the pain from the pleasure ended and instead merged into one supreme, nearly orgasmic shot of electricity through her spine. It was more than any authority or strength that stopped her from speaking out against this so-called punishment: it was the unadulterated desire to be his plaything in moments like this.
Wall after wall of resistance fell as Rarity was brought further and further towards the peak of her pleasure. She felt two fingers rub along her spine just below her skull suddenly, unexplainably as the paddling continued and the firm hand on her back remained. The question of how was lost to her as the strange touch seemed to arouse her even further, forcing her through the final threshold as her juices sprayed out from her marehood, coating her legs and then some. The four locations of pleasure seemed to converge at one point inside of her, creating an inexplicable sense of ecstasy that resonated throughout her body. The screams of a satisfied mare echoed inside the penthouse as Rarity’s head arched into the fingers ever so slightly.
Spike smiled down at his angel, sweat sticking to her luscious form as she rode her lengthy orgasm to fruition. There were few moments he felt more proud of himself than when the beautiful mare in his arms succumbed to the bliss he had created for her. He knew he needed something big to get her to finish, and suddenly it was there plain as day as if he himself had been taught the body's pressure points instead of Humdrum.
Panting as the last of the powerful experience rolled through her, Rarity smiled sweetly yet seductively at the masked vigilante. “Well, Humdrum, have I learned my lesson yet?”
The dragon’s claws rubbed gently at the tender ruby flesh of her flank. “No, it seems you enjoyed your punishment too much. I’ll have to take more drastic measures.”
Moving behind her, kneeling on the couch, Spike took in the sight of her dripping marehood and his more-than-ready, twin dragons centimeters apart. Moving his hips down, he placed the top-most one against her entrance and started grinding back and forth, relishing in the feeling of her warm, moist flower wrapping around him, trying to suck the tip in every time he pulled far enough back. Rarity was vocalizing her enjoyment in the lubing process with a series of squeaks, moans, and gasps that only caused the fire inside Spike to burn brighter. It only took a matter of seconds before Spike was ready for the main course, but he had more in store first.
Taking his hand, he lifted his erections towards his stomach, bending them in a strange and awkward way, though not painful. He aimed carefully as Rarity wiggled her butt, obviously wondering what was taking so long. Removing his grip, the two hard draconic shafts came slapping down against her perfect, sensitive marehood. He did it again watching as the top shaft, tip covered in her juices and his pre-cum, smacked against her rear entrance. “You want this don’t you, Radiance? The strongest, most beautiful, and classiest of the Power Ponies wants to be fucked in both ends like an animal, right?”
She felt him crash against her wanting body. It was not sharp or painful like the paddle, but it reminded her of what was literally pressed against her that she wanted so very much. She could simply push back and he would be inside her, but Rarity had no more interest in breaking character here than she did earlier. His teasing was strong and what he wanted from her was clear. It only seemed to amplify her body’s heat as the words left her dirty mouth, “Humdrum, I beg you, please ravage me! Fill me completely in both holes and ride me until I can’t stand! I may be a lady, but all I really want is for you to treat me like a dirty, filthy, uncouth mare! Oh, Humdrum, pound me! Be relentless! Make me scream! Do your worst!”
It was the sweetest of melodies. As he readied himself, he looked up to see the beautiful skyline of Maretropolis covered in lights from the buildings and streets, the moon and the stars in the sky, and it was breathtaking. He could see it all, through those big, shatterproof windows. The edges of his mouth curved up like a Cheshire cat. “If that’s what you want, who am I to deny such a wanton, little minx her request? But not here.”
Getting off the couch, Spike once again took Rarity’s arm behind her before lifting her back to her feet. Rarity was ready to moan in complaint about not getting her treat, but Spike was quick to march her towards the windows. He pushed her up against the glass with its perfect view of the street below where ponies could be seen walking and enjoying the city’s night life. The perky mounds that made up her breasts were pressed flat against the clear shatter-resistant surface as the tip of her horn slid against it, preventing her face from suffering a similar problem.
“Let them see what their hero really is.”
He drove into her full-force, savagely rubbing her nipples against the glass as both of her holes were stretched tight. The cold glass against her naked body and the sweet sensation of being stuffed full by Spike seemed to be amplified tenfold as she thought of how she could see all of those ponies down there. If they looked up they would see her breasts viciously pressing against the glass as her naked body squirmed erotically, crushed between the glass and dark, shadowy figure at her back. A shout would go out and soon all eyes would be on her as her face warped in ecstasy while her lover took her from behind. The mere idea turned her completely crimson as her muscles clasped down tightly on Spike, shaking with anticipation.
It was abnormal for Spike to put too much effort into his movements during sex, but Rarity’s walls were clamping down on him so wonderfully that they were forcing him to push harder to get all the way in. He switched her wrists to one hand as his other gripped at the sore flank of his marefriend. The soft fur felt divine between his fingers as the tender flesh wrapped around his claws. Rarity was forcing him to work fast and hard as her body attempted to milk his draconian virilities in desperate need. The way her body was squeezing and convulsing against him was proving to be too much for him. He worked full-force into her, his hips slapping against her pained rear before hilting completely inside of her in one last thrust. He moaned as he felt the warm seed rush through him and into her, ecstasy flowing through his body like a tsunami as round after round filled Rarity, combining with one big convulsion from inside her and a torrent of liquid mixing with his seed.
Rarity was lost to the pleasure until the first wave of dragon sperm blasted into her, smearing her walls with the incredibly relaxing, hot substance. She came right there, imagining all of those people seeing her orgasm as her body was further ravaged by its own elation and reducing her creative and refined mind to putty. He was twitching inside of her and she could feel every ministration as he continued to pour out his release, mixing with her own, before dripping out over her thighs onto the floor. It was a magical feeling that she could never truly describe beyond heavenly.
Before either of them were finished, Spike brought Rarity back up, snaking his long tongue into her mouth. He let go of her wrists and grabbed her thighs, hoisting her legs into the air and resting her marehood and flank on his hips, buried all the way inside of her. The movement caused Rarity to let out a small surprised, ‘eep,’ and wrap her arms around his neck for extra support.
“If you thought that was good, you’re going to love this,” his voice whispered sensually into her ear.
Although extremely awkward to move in such a position, Spike managed to waddle the few feet to the window where he once again unceremoniously pushed the white unicorn mare against the glass.
Rarity’s legs held up in the air by his strong hands were made incredibly uncomfortable as her hips made contact with the glass; however she hardly found the time to care as she felt her clitoris and the top of her lower lips mashed against the cold window along with her breasts. Before, her fantasy of being spotted had at least left something beside her true identity under the mask left to the watcher’s imagination, but now she was completely and utterly exposed before the eyes of the bystanders below should they look up for any reason. Her entire body shook in excitement, managing to slide even further onto Spike with the increase of arousal. Her hands pressed against the glass, clawing into it as her mind ran wild.
In this moment of lust and love and somewhat embarrassing exhibitionism, Spike couldn’t help but think how cute Rarity looked. Her entire face was crimson, she was making adorable small moans and stifled squeaks as he lifted her body up before crashing it back down on his dual spears, and she had the most adorably sexy expression, something he saw through the reflection, that was a mix of getting caught with her hand in the cookie jar and being caught with a vibrator. He almost chuckled at the fact that he’d found her in both situations, though at different times. A small growl escaped his lips as her sweat-soaked body and its soft fur grinded against him in the most fantastic way. His eyes fell upon her succulent neck as her mane tickled his spines.
Rarity was biting down on her lip gently as her drakefriend went deeper into her than she thought physically possible, pressing against the entrance to her womb. This was definitely one of her favorite gifts ever given as she looked out at the beautiful comic book world before her and imagined all of those ponies seeing her this way. They had done some risqué stuff their first weekend together, and even more since, but she had to wonder if she had the courage to go this far in the real world. The strained thought process was brought to an abrupt halt as she felt Spike’s lips kissing at the nape of her neck, where it met her shoulder. He slowly moved up, undoubtedly tasting her salty, sweat-soaked fur as his tongue slid against her. But as hot as that made her, it was nothing compared to when she watched their transparent counterparts in the glass. Their eyes met in the reflection, and she could see so much want, desire, need, and love in the smoldering look. Her own eyes took on a seductive half-lidded appearance as she shared those same feeling with him, talking with nothing but their eyes as they made love. The final straw fell as she felt his sharp fangs nibble on her ear, making her gasp before screaming out his name into the night. As well as they had stuck to their role playing, all anyone would be able to hear in that moment was, ‘Spike!’
To him, few things were as sweet to him as hearing his name called out in love. Even amidst the electricity and the comfortable numbness brought on by his orgasm, the need to care for and protect his beloved treasure from deep within his draconian nature was far stronger. He never stopped moving her up and down as he shot his load into her and experienced the marvelous feeling of her orgasm against him, but more important than all of the enhanced pleasure was that he’d managed to rest his chin on her shoulder, bringing her that much closer to him as he looked into the reflection, refusing to shift the focus of his vision from her face.
The comforting head of her lover made the smile on her face even bigger as she rode out the euphoric spasms of her own body. An amazing feeling of bliss seemed to take hold of every inch of her body as she was filled past her limit with her own cum and his blazing seed. Her body welcomed the release of the mixed juices from it as it sprayed on the window, their legs, and the floor. Her heart was alit with passion and joy. When it was finally over, she found herself back on the ground, nearly falling over, only to be caught and supported by a big purple arm. “That was… wow!”
Spike nuzzled her gently. “There are still two more things I need you to do, Radiance, to prove your obedience to our cause.”
She looked up at the drake, curious to what else he could want to do. She for one was exhausted. “Okay?”
A smile of an evil genius spread across his face. “I want you to spread your cheeks and leave a cum lip-print on the window.”
She had to admit, maybe he was the villain here, but she did love the idea and embarrassment she would feel from it. “As you wish, Humdrum.”
Turning around, she bent over and used her hands to dig into the pink flesh that was only slightly sore now, to spread it out of the way as she backed into the glass. The cold touch against her sloppy, cum-filled marehood prompted her to press harder as she left the mark of their deed for all to see on the window. When she finished she turned around to admire her work. She had to admit, it really did look like a pair of sideways lips coated in white, creamy, and runny lipstick.
He had to admit, one of his best ideas of the night, and there really had been quite a few. Modesty was never really his best trait. Still, there was one more thing, a final nail in proving her subjugation to his demands. “Now lick it clean, Radiance.”
Without another word, Rarity got down on her knees and licked the window clean, not just its special kiss mark but all of the cum and other fluid that had been splattered on it from their lovemaking. The salty and sweet tastes filled her mouth as she worked; happily knowing that Spike was behind her watching all of it. When she finished she found herself pulled to her feet, and his lips on hers.
“I love you.”
“I love you more, Master.”
Out of thin air a portal opened, sucking them back into their world and rudely plopping them down on the floor of Rarity’s boutique. Not having the strength to make it upstairs the two fell upon Rarity’s fainting couch, stripping out of the clothes they had left in first, some of which were now coated with the results of their lovemaking.
Spike’s hands fell on her belly as he rubbed it gently. “You really love roleplaying, don’t you? Ever since that weekend with you being my maid you’ve just come up with more and more ways to do it.”
Rarity nustled further into him, savoring the dragon’s warmth. “What can I say: Clothes, acting, and sex? It’s almost as good together as you and me, my naughty, little drake.”
“Yeah, almost.”
They shared a quick, loving kiss right before they fell asleep, comforted by one another’s presence and touch, their slumber filled with dreams of adventure, heroics, and romance.
