A Story of Innocence Happily Lost

by Nordlen

Rating: mature
Tags: Sex, Slice of Life, Human, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Spike, Rarity, Romance
Length: 7824

When Spike’s eighteenth birthday comes around, Rarity’s present to him turns out to be way, way more than he could ever have expected.

When Spike’s eighteenth birthday comes around, Rarity’s present to him turns out to be way, way more than he could ever have expected.

Contains graphic descriptions of nudity and mild sexual foreplay.

Featured on February 22nd, 2014.

Published 2014-02-22 08:30:02 UTC
Last updated 2014-02-22 08:30:02 UTC

Innocence Happily Lost

Spike approached the door of Carousel Boutique with eager anticipation in his step. Today was his birthday – specifically, his eighteenth – and Rarity had told him the day before that she would have a surprise for him at her shop. This morning, he had already been treated to the long-customary breakfast that he and his adopted sister, the princess, had shared since his young childhood, just the two of them.

As for what Rarity might have in store, he was guessing it would likely be a new suit, or something of the like, as it typically was. Not normally something he would care for too much, but any gift from Rarity was special to him, moreso than from anyone else (and looking a gentleman was always fun). Anyway, she had never specifically asked him over to her boutique for his birthday before, and he’d take any excuse he could get to be around her. Even at this age, she still sent his heart aflutter whenever he was with her. And hey, maybe now that he was coming of age, he could finally... ask her out on a date? They had a few years between them, but at this point in their lives, it wouldn’t be as big a deal, right?

Spike reached the door and knocked, disregarding the Closed sign that Rarity had told him would be there. She closed the shop just for me, he thought happily. His heart picked up the pace a little, though by now he could control himself around his crush much better than the first few years they had been friends. He idly sunk his hands into his jeans’ pockets just before hearing a musical “Comiiing!” from inside the boutique that made him take them right back out. He danced on his toes a little in anticipation.

After a moment, the door opened, revealing Rarity beyond. Her face seemed to glow ever so slightly, as it always did – But to Spike’s surprise, instead of her usual elegant ensemble, she wore only a simple white pajama robe and slippers (very fashionable slippers, of course!), both lined with a purple to match her hair.

“Ah, hello, Spikey-Wikey!” she greeted him affectionately, guiding him inside by his arm. “I do hope you will pardon my rather casual attire. As I said yesterday, the shop will be closed all of today, so I thought, why bother spending all that time to dress myself up? But,” she hastily added, “I was hoping you wouldn't mind – after all, it’s your birthday, a time for sitting back and relaxing. And/or partying, of course. But I think Pinkie will have the latter covered, eh?”

“Yeah, I don’t mind at all!” he said quickly. “I’m all for casual, like you said,” he added, attempting to brush off any concerns she might have. Spike certainly didn’t mind, but he was just a bit surprised that she would allow him to see her in such a simple – though no less pretty – state. But hey, that could only mean good things about their friendship, right?

Rarity gave him a relieved smile as she spoke: “Excellent! Well, sit down then, won’t you? You’ll get your present in just a moment!”

“Okay!” Spike complied happily, moving to the sofa against one wall where he had sat many times before when visiting Rarity’s boutique.

“Care for some tea, dear, or perhaps coffee?” Rarity called as she walked through the store into the kitchen.

“Uh, sure, some tea would be nice!” Spike answered. He glanced around at the boutique briefly, just now noticing that all the curtains were closed – the thinner ones that blocked sight, but still let in light, so it wasn’t much darker inside. Hm, he thought, guess she just doesn't want anyone outside to see her in a pajama robe? Yeah, that’s probably it. Ah, Rarity – always so concerned with looking perfect for the public eye!

But not around me, he thought after a moment. She’s comfortable around me; she trusts me. Spike couldn’t help smiling to himself, folding his arms behind his head as he leaned back contentedly.

They made small talk as the tea brewed, Rarity leaning against the doorframe to the kitchen as they chatted. Spike told her about how Princess Celestia, Luna, and Cadance along with Shining Armor would be showing up at the party at Sugarcube Corner later, Rarity ooh-ing in appreciation. In a couple of minutes, Rarity disappeared into the kitchen again, and returned to the main showroom with two steaming mugs of tea. She walked over and handed one to Spike. “Four sugars, no cream, just how I know you like it!” she said with a wink.

“Thanks!” he said, taking it.

Rarity held out her own mug in a toast. “To coming of age!” she proclaimed.

Spike grinned as they gently clinked their mugs together, then took sips of their respective beverages.

“Well, I think you’re ready for you gift, eh?” she said, watching as his eyes eagerly widened beyond the rim of the mug that was lifted to his lips.

“Mm’hm!” he managed, lowering the mug and swallowing.

Rarity giggled a little. “Very well then! Just give us a moment.” She moved over to the shop’s front door, and turned the key in the lock, making Spike wonder just what this present could be. She then walked back over to the sofa, setting her mug down on the small table next to it. As she stood straight again, she looked at Spike’s carefully expectant face, giving him a playful, almost... flirtatious wink, making him even more curious.

Rarity turned away from him, walking slowly toward the small platform surrounded by mirrors that she used when fitting people, swaying her hips in a rather seductive manner. What is she– Spike began to think. But just then, to his bewilderment, she untied her robe and shrugged it from her shoulders. Spike started blushing as the robe slipped down her back, revealing her bra strap to be the only thing occupying her otherwise naked, smooth skin.

The robe caught on her bent elbows, stopping at just the moment when it hung so it framed her shapely buttocks, which were covered – highlighted, even – by a pair of white panties. Rarity turned her head, looking at the perplexedly embarrassed Spike over her shoulder. She winked again, licking her lips cheekily as if asking, Like what you see?

Spike gulped, his entire body twitching slightly at her sultry attitude. What in Equestria is she do– oh, Celestia. His thoughts derailed as Rarity let the robe fall from her completely, leaving her standing there in what Spike realized wasn’t just her bra and panties, but a bikini.

She turned around, and Spike nearly gasped. It was certainly a very revealing bikini, even as they go. The bra piece didn’t even completely cover up her breasts, not properly, opting to show a rather risque amount of the underside of her ample assets as well as the top, a tiny decorative bow knot in the center.

Spike was speechless, his jaw hanging in amazement. Though somewhat unaccustomed to judging the intimate appeal of a woman’s body, he could tell that Rarity’s curves were perfect – her bust an incredible hour-glass shape, with healthy, lithe legs.

“Well, Spikey-Wikey?” Rarity asked, swaying her chest back and forth and little. “What do you think?” She turned back, continuing toward the platform, making a show of her posterior moving with her stride as she looked at him over her shoulder with that playfully seductive look. “I just put the finishing touches on it this morning. Very daring, but still elegant and classy, no?” she went on as she stepped up onto the platform, the mirrors displaying her from all angles at once. She spun around and looked at Spike, noticing both the protrusion in his jeans and his flabbergasted expression. At her amused smirk, he shook himself a little, and tried to force out words:

“Um, y-yeah, uh, w-wow,” he manage through his uncontrollable giddiness as his male hormones began kicking in. He still held the mug tightly between his hands, staring at her stunning form.

Rarity giggled at his dazed appearance. She rested one elbow in her hand, waving him over with the index finger of the other. “Come on over, darling, no need to be shy!”

“Um, uh, s-sure, okay,” he stuttered. Oh my Celestia, oh my Celestia, am I dreaming?! I’ve gotta be dreaming!

He stood up carefully, his eyes traveling over Rarity’s healthy body – From her slim legs, to her very shapely hips where her cutie mark was displayed, then up her curvy midriff and her (Spike’s eyes couldn’t help themselves) very sizeable breasts, and finally her face, a cheeky smile pulling at her lips. He walked toward her slowly, still mindlessly gripping his mug of tea, feeling no small amount of shame as he watched her spin around on her toes, completing her turn with a fling of her gorgeous, long purple hair. “I must say, I’m quite proud of the outfit myself,” she said with a knowing giggle. “I find the under-cleavage it shows to be very sexy, wouldn’t you agree?”

She’s really doing this? This is for real?! Spike thought with both terror and incredible excitement. As naughty as this felt, he couldn’t look away. I... I can’t believe this!

He stopped a couple paces from the edge of the platform, gazing at her as she showed herself off to him. “I, uh,” he began, “um... w-wow, Rarity, you look, um –” he gulped, “– a-amazing.”

“Why, thank you, Spikey-Wikey!” she said, hopping down from the platform. Her breasts bounced a little as she landed, and Spike’s blush deepened, his heart-rate rising quickly as she came within a foot of him. His eyes immediately went to her assets, spacing out as he admired them, before shooting back up to her face. He stuttered a little, afraid of what she might say about his staring.

“S-sorry!” he blurted. It wasn’t polite to stare like that, and he was always polite, especially to Rarity! Snap the hell out of it, Spi– She’s giggling again, oh Celestia and Luna, that’s cute... and hot, Spike thought before he could help himself.

“No fault on your part,” she said. “I’m the one in the bikini, after all!”

“Yeah, y-you are... wow.... Is this r-real?”

“M’hm, it certainly is, dear Spikey-Wikey,” she said with a mischievous grin. “Here, let me take that, if I may,” she added, reaching for his mug. Spike looked down at the mug, realizing for the first time that he was still clutching it tightly. Her fingers played at his, gently taking the mug away from him. The touch made Spike twitch a little, chills rushing all over him. It wasn’t as if he had never touched her hand before, but the feeling of even her fingers’ skin on his meant so much more when she was as nearly naked as she was right now. He was still having an incredibly hard time wrapping his mind around the reality of his situation, no matter how hard he tried.

This disbelief only continued as she took the cup in her hands, smirking at him playfully. She turned around, taking a couple steps to the platform. She bent over to set it down, as if mindless of how her perfectly rounded hindquarters were displayed to Spike. Oh, my, freakin’, Celestia! he thought. He realized suddenly that a small amount of drool was escaping one side of his mouth. His hand went to wipe it away just as Rarity turned back around. She tittered a little as his hand shot back down, trying to act as if nothing was the matter. “Like what you see, I dare say?” she prompted.

“Um, I, uh, y-yeah, I-I... I do,” Spike stuttered helplessly as Rarity put her fingers to the straps of her bikini bottom, tugging them downward teasingly. She bent her legs a little, dancing her hips around playfully, still smirking at him. Spike noticed that was she actually pulling the bottoms enough that they started to come down, and when they did, she seemed to have no intention of stopping. Oh my Celestia, is she–?! She’s– She pulled the panties down just a little, the private skin beginning to show, slowly revealing a small, trimmed purple bush in the shape of a heart. She– she can’t be doing this! She’s not just in a bikini, she actually g-getting naked!

Rarity pulled her bottoms down even further, the tiniest bit of the cleft between her vulvar lips peeking out. Her smirk only grew as Spike tried to draw breath, standing there, petrified. Rarity thought it cute. Oh, this is too much fun! she thought. Sweet Spikey-Wikey, I’m glad you’re enjoying the show! Rarity turned so her right side was to Spike. She brought the panties down to her thighs, but though her crotch was uncovered now, her angle only let Spike see her naked hips. “Oh, but aren’t girls so cute when bottomless, dear?” she asked as she let the panties fall to her feet. “I’ve always thought so. So adorably indecisive, and exposed, yet outspoken, and teasing!”

She’s– she’s actually– Oh my Celestia, she’s getting naked in front of me! What?! “Uh, R-Rarity, what– is this–?” he began, but Rarity interrupted.

“Shhh,” she said, reaching out her arm to put a finger over his lips, “this is your gift, Spikey-Wikey. It’s about time you were treated to what you deserve for your years of endless service to me and Twilight!”

“Um, um, o-okay, sure.”

But then, she paused, putting her hands to her crotch to hide it, and turned to him with a slightly concerned expression. (Even as her hands blocked the view of her womanhood, she inadvertently created an incredibly teasing, tempting image.) “Is that alright, Spikey?” she asked gently, tilting her head to one side. Don’t want to make him too uncomfortable, now. He is a gentleman, after all. “If I am making you too uncomfortable and you’d rather I not, I can put my robe back on and we can forget this happened.”

“Uh, yes– I mean, uh–... no?” Spike tried.

“So... is this okay with you?” she asked, secretly hoping the answer would be ‘Yes’.

“Y-yes, it– it is. It’s alright. V-very much.”

Rarity giggled again at his rather adorable demeanor, internally feeling relieved. Thank goodness. I was afraid that might go badly.

“Good!” Rarity said with a nod, still hiding her nether-regions with her hand. “I don’t want you to be scared – This is for your pleasure, after all.” She gently tapped a finger on the tip of Spike’s nose teasingly.

“No, yeah, I-I, I’m okay with this. I... I like... this,” Spike stuttered, he blush deepening still. “It’s just, ya know, kinda... unexpected, and... stuff.”

“Of course, dear, I understand.” She took a step toward him, leaning in. His heart rate went up even more – if that was possible at this point – as she drew near. Her breasts were right there, almost against his chest, her face within inches of his own so that he could feel her breath. She smiled, her eyes softening intimately. “But, you know, I’ve always liked you, Spike. More than you may realize.”

“R-really?”

“M’hm!” she said, nodding again. “But, up until now, you’ve been... well, it would have been inappropriate, eh? But not so much anymore,” she said suggestively, dropping her voice to a lightheartedly seductive tone, cupping his cheek tenderly in her free hand: “Now you’re of age, and we can have a little fun. Does that sound good?”

“Yes, yes it does!” he said eagerly, before seeming to stop himself as his blush deepened even further. “I mean, I don’t wanna be a perv’, or anything...”

“Nonsense!” Rarity said, tracing Spike’s jaw line with a finger, sending the chills through him again. “It’s only natural, darling! Besides, you’ve always been such a sweetheart to me. It’s about time I repaid you!”

“O-okay!”

She smiled forgivingly, and Spike felt a bit more at home. As new and rather frightening as this was, she was still the Rarity he knew – and loved. And as naughty as what she was doing was, it seemed somehow comfortable. They had been friends for, what, eight years? No – nine, actually! When he thought about it, he wouldn’t prefer this from anyone else. She was sharing herself with him as a gift, and that was something to be appreciated deeply. And hey, don’t lie to yourself, he thought, you’ve kinda been dreaming about something like this for a while. Might as well enjoy it! Then, as an afterthought, Still can’t believe this is real. Holy crap. She’s getting naked, right in front of me! It’s like the best girls’-locker-room-spying situation ever, but she’s doing it just for me! ...YES!

Rarity turned around again, her hand leaving her crotch as she stepped back onto the platform, but careful not to let Spike really see anything just yet. She gingerly squatted down – her knees together, her goods still hidden, almost frustratingly teasing – bringing her face just a little below Spike’s eye-level.

“And that is– was, well, uh– it’s a nice bikini, is... what I’m trying to say. Sorry,” Spike stuttered, “I should probably just shut up now.”

“Oh, don’t be sorry, dear! Really, as much as I want to, well, get you going –” here Rarity smiled mischievously, rocking her hindquarters a little, reminding him of her half-naked state “– I still want you to enjoy this.” She winked again, more assuring.

“Okay. Th-thanks. And, really, I liked the design a lot. Really, really sexy, h-heh...”

“Thank you! I was hoping you’d like it,” she said happily.

Spike smiled. With that, an unspoken understanding was passing between them; This was okay. There was no need to feel scared, or worry about ‘scandal’, but to simply relax and have a little fun. So Spike let his eyes admire her incredible curves. As he had grown older, he had found himself admiring the sexual side of her beauty more and more, as a growing young man will, and now, to be able to view her displayed like this... Just, wow. “So, uh, what’s... what’s next?” he asked, walking to the edge of the platform.

“Want to see more?” she prompted with a knowing smirk. I’ve finally got him into it! she thought.

“Y-yeah,” he said with measured eagerness, starting to get a hold of the situation at last.

“Wish to see what I have underneath this top, I dare say?” she guessed, her hands running over her breasts invitingly.

At her words, Spike felt a surge of embarrassment again, but his resolve was stronger now. They were friends, and more, and he should enjoy this gift which she was so generously treating him to. So he would! “Yep. Yeah, I-I do,” he said, rubbing a hand on the back of his head sheepishly.

“Very well, off with it!” she proclaimed with a laugh.

And with that, to Spike’s surprise, she turned around and sat gently at the edge of the platform, offering her back to him. “Why don’t you do it, dear?”

“Uh, do... ?”

“Unfasten my bra!” she declared, looking over her shoulder with a grin. “Come now, go ahead! Unwrap me, hee-hee! My treat!”

Spike nearly fainted.

“Oh! Uh, s-sure!” Oh my Celestia, she– she’s letting... letting me take off her bra! Wow, this is... this is awesome, oh my gosh!

He stepped forward, cautiously putting his fingers to the knot keeping her bra on her body. With attempted calm, he pulled the knot loose, letting out an almost inaudible squee at the sensuality of the action.

He actually did it! Rarity thought warmly. Good for you, Spikey! Untied, her bra slipped from its place. But years in the fashion and modeling industry had taught her how to really tease a man; As the top fell away, she put an arm over her breasts, covering them.

Spike stepped back, almost unable to control his mirth as the now vulnerable Rarity slid around to face him, her bra falling to the side. She stretched out her legs as she turned, going into a position that was half lying, half hands-and-knees, with the angle hiding her intimate parts still. She grinned at him with mischievous pride, an expression he was managing return as he looked in at her concealing her assets with her arm. “Nicely done,” she breathed, stretching out like a cat, her behind stuck out without modesty.

“Heh,” Spike chuckled, gaining some footing in his situation at last, though Rarity’s continued seduction made it somewhat hard (in more ways than one), “you definitely know how to get me going! You haven’t even let me... well, see anything yet, ya know?"

“Well, I want your first time, so to speak, to be as memorable as it can be!” she said with a triumphant grin. “But I think you’ve waited long enough, eh?” And with that, she brought her legs underneath herself, slowly standing up and removing her arm from her chest in one motion, letting all of her intimate parts free with a wink. “Ta-daaa! I am proper au naturale!” she proclaimed with a pirouette-like spin, finishing with a vivacious fling of her long, curled hair.

Spike almost did faint this time. His jaw dropped. “Woah,” he said quietly, a smile pulling at the edges of his mouth, “you are... bea-u-tiful!”

And so she was, displayed for him full-frontal, at last. The subtle anticipation she had built up by hiding the private parts of her body until now paid off when Spike was treated to everything all at once. Her face, glowing with mirthful satisfaction at his expression, a couple locks of her curly hair falling across her chest; Her shoulders were hunched a little as she joined her hands, arms pushing her breasts together sensually; and the very well-rounded breasts that they were, their skin looking soft in the gentle lighting of the boutique, her nipples tender and pink; And on downward to her slim midriff, her curves absolutely perfect as they lead into her hips; And lastly, her neatly cut, purple-haired bush in the shape of a heart directly above a petite-looking vulva framed between a pair of thighs with a noticeable gap between them, it’s lips just a tad blushed.

“Mm, thank you most dearly, Spike,” Rarity said. She slowly swayed her hips from side to side, rubbing her hands over her breasts, gently massaging them for his viewing please. “Come on up here, won’t you?” she asked, her eyes half-lidded flirtatiously.

“O-okay!” he said giddily, joining her on the platform as she stepped back to give him room. Seeing her naked now, he fully realized how ample her breasts were as her hands toyed with them. Heck, they were almost as big as her head, now that he looked at them closely – And he was certainly looking at them very closely.

“Care to... play with them?” Rarity asked invitingly, a bit of blush that had nothing to do with makeup coming to her face.

“You want me to t-touch th-them?” he asked, restrained thrill in his voice.

“I’m asking you,” she chuckled. “So, do you?” She cupped the bottoms of her breasts in her hands, offering them to him with a twinkle in her eye. “Come on, sweetie, try it!”

Spike looked at her breasts for a couple beats, his right eyelid seeming to twitch with excitement.... “Yeah,” he said simply. He slowly, carefully reached out. With a tingle, the tips of his fingers came in contact with her breasts, a shiver of giddiness shooting through him. He looked up at her, seeming to ask for permission. Her playful smile reassured him that this was alright yet again, and with his nervousness turned from scared to anticipating, he rested his hands on her breasts completely. Oh my Celestia, oh my freakin’ Luna, I can’t believe she’s letting me do this! His fingers sunk into her breasts a little, the smooth, supple skin incredibly sensual to the touch, her nipples in his palms.

“W-wow,” he said, “never d-done this before....”

“Like it?” Rarity asked as she felt his hands exploring her.

“I-I do. A lot.” He cautiously started to rub his hands around, massaging her breasts as he had seen her doing. This... is... bucking... amazing.

His confidence growing slowly – though another part of him had already grown to full-size – he started getting more and more ambitious, squeezing her breasts gently, rolling them around on her chest. The great, bulbous mounds of fat molded to his touch as he applied pressure. “Hee-hee, that feels good, Spikey-Wikey,” Rarity said cheekily. “Keep going.”

“Eheh,” he breathed, giving them a firmer squeeze, “feels good over here, too.”

They giggled together, Spike continuing to experiment with her plump breasts, arousal peaking. Mentally shaking his head a little in disbelieving awe of what he was doing, he put his thumbs on her nipples, rubbing them in small circular motions. “Ooh, that feels good. Do that some more!” she encouraged with a smirk.

Spike’s face hurting slightly with his nervous, happy smile, he continued rubbing her teats. Getting a little more aggressive, his tried pinching them; Gently at first, then daring to squeeze and pull them tighter. It was when Rarity hummed involuntarily in pleasure, that Spike was reassured that he was doing well here, the feeling in his nether regions pleasantly tight. Almost squealing with excitement as the blush on his face burned fiercer than ever, he kept playing around with the lumps of soft fleshiness – “I must say, Spikey-Wikey,” Rarity said, “you’re – ooh! – good at this, hee-hee!”

“Th– wow – th-thanks!” Spike said excitedly. Rarity giggled comfortably at Spike’s nervousness coming out through his stuttering, Spike joining in a little himself. After a few moments, Spike tried experimenting further, pulling her nipples more, her breasts stretching with them. With a grin, Rarity let herself be pulled closer as Spike veritably drew her in via her breasts. She took a small step forward, putting her hands against Spike’s shoulders to lean her weight gently into him. Being almost exactly the same height, their faces came close together again while Spike kept massaging her womanly parts, their breath becoming deep as Rarity enjoyed the pleasure of the mild pain Spike was inflicting. Their eyelids drooped intimately as their lips inevitably came within millimeters of each other. There was a pregnant pause, neither quite daring to make the first move. Their eyes seemed to mutually ask for permission...

...and mutually agree.

Their lips finally came in contact in a gentle, yet deep, kiss. Their slow speed was not out of caution, but rather to not dare to break the quiet, loving atmosphere that had been building up around them. In this last ten minutes since Spike entered the boutique, the two had become closer than ever before, their already-strong friendship reaching a new and more personal level that both had hoped for for a very long time, but had never quite comprehended the relief of until this point. As they kissed, Spike’s hands almost unconsciously moved from Rarity’s breasts; his left going downward to gently cup one of her buttocks, his fingers carefully running along her incredibly smooth skin; his right looping under her arm, resting itself on her back, drawing her in further physically even as he drew her further into his trust and companionship. And she let herself be brought closer, her back arching as Spike leaned forward slightly, their standing forms fitting into one another like spoons. Rarity’s hands cupped the back of Spike’s head while he felt the sweet, loving sensation of her soft breasts pushing into his own chest, their bodies joining.

When the kiss eventually ended what felt like both hours later and yet all too soon, they both broke into large smiles, just happy to finally have this moment, all to themselves. They leaned together again, resting their foreheads on one another and unconsciously swaying side to side a little in each others’ embrace, the happy blush on Rarity’s face as strong as the one on Spike’s.

“I love you so much, you know that?” Spike murmured happily.

“And I you, dearest,” Rarity said, beaming. “Thank you.”

“‘Thank you’? For– for what?” he asked, bewildered, wondering what he had missed. “I should be thanking you!”

“Hmhm, perhaps, though thanks are still in order,” Rarity said modestly. “This whole stunt was admittedly somewhat of a gamble. In the worst-case-scenario, I would have scared and alienated you on an important day of your life,” she said, quietly. “...And this moment, right here and now, may never have happened in our lifetimes.”

Spike paused and thought for a moment. I guess that’s true....

“But you were doubtlessly worth that risk,” Rarity said, stroking his cheek with a fingertip.

He smiled gratefully. “Well... thanks for taking that risk, then.”

“You’re ever so welcome,” she said as they shared another kiss. “You know,” she added, smiling, “when I was cooking up this mad idea, this result was the best-case-scenario.”

Spike grinned. “I think I can agree with that!”

Rarity grinned back at him. Momentarily, she got that naughty look in her eyes again. “So, Spikey,” she began, and used her hands to lift her breasts so they stuck up, squished between the two of them, just below their faces, “want to get back to these?”

“I’d be lying if I said ‘no’,” Spike chuckled.

“Well then,” she said with that smirk, “how about we try this:” And, holding her left breast with her hand, she put her other hand on the back of Spike’s head, and gently brought it down on front of her breast. “You see my nipple?”

Indeed he did. Rarity had soft-looking nipples, with small, pale areolas that contrasted with the size of her breasts, subsequently making them appear even larger. Reminded of her complete nakedness pushing into him, Spike’s manhood began happily pounding again as he spoke. “Yeah, I see your nipple...” he trailed off expectantly.

“Give it a nice, firm suckle, won’t you, darling?” she requested.

With my mouth? he thought, still somewhat amazed.

Yes, with your effing mouth, idiot, he answered himself.

With an internal cry of joy, he obeyed the woman’s order. Pursing his lips, his lowered his mouth. It gently came in contact, the aroused nipple wrapped by the mutually soft skin of his lips. And he knew, in the back of his mind as he involuntarily moaned, that his pants were definitely a bit wet by now. But, that thought aside, he began sucking her teat, the intimate action being perhaps the best he had experienced yet – right after kissing her.

Eyes closed, he happily nursed Rarity’s nipple with all the eagerness of an infant hungry for milk. Almost without thought, he added his hands to the exchange, holding her breast with them and squeezing it like a bottle. Even with both hands, his fingers didn’t wrap completely around the size of it.

His cheeks began to hollow as he amplified his sucking pressure, eagerly pulling as much of Rarity’s nipple and breast into his mouth as he could. He felt Rarity’s hand on the back of his neck. She gently massaged it even as she blushed from the sensuality of Spike’s mouth on her. She rested the side of her face against the back of his head in a motherly manner, closing her eyes. The thought had occurred to her once or twice; Spike, being adopted by Twilight Sparkle and Princess Celestia, and having lived out the extent of his very young childhood in Canterlot, had never had the pleasure of being breast-fed, as many adolescents born outside of aristocracy did. Well, she would certainly let him make up for as much lost time as he wished!

Indeed, it was a while before Spike broke contact with her breast, contented humming and moaning shared between them. Finally breaking away, he looked up at her with an appreciative grin and a small gasp for breath. “Gosh... I love you so freakin’ much,” he said, barely able to help himself as he wrapped his arms around her and buried his face in between her massive assets.

Rarity couldn't help giggling as Spike rubbed his face around with the biggest grin she had ever seen on his face, and couldn’t help smiling wide herself. He was obviously so happy, not only to feel her skin against his, but to enjoy quality private time with her in the way only they could. And so was she.

“Heh, Twi’s gonna tease me for weeks if she catches wind of any of this,” he commented in a tone that made it clear he did not care one bit.

“Then she need not know, my dear,” Rarity said, carefully lifting Spike’s chin with a finger and kissing him on the nose.

“Ya know, I’m not exactly an, uh, expert on this,” Spike said with a small, nervous chuckle, a little hesitant even now, “but you’ve got the most a-awesome body, ever.” This remark was accompanied by a (mostly) shameless squeeze of her breasts.

“Thank you so dearly, Spike,” Rarity said, cupping his cheeks in her hands affectionately.

“And... and thank you,” he returned. “Th-this is the best freakin’ birthday present ever, and prob’ly always will be!”

Rarity responded first with another kiss to his lips, their eyes closing briefly. “You really are most welcome, my dear,” she said when she pulled back. “I love you.”

Spike could only smile gratefully. After a moment, he said, “So, I know what it, uh, feels like up here –” he then moved his hands slowly from her breasts, down her curves, “how about... down here?” Cautiously, his hand sneaked toward her womanhood, his eyes glancing downward as well. But just as his fingers felt the short hair of her bush, Rarity’s own hand suddenly grasped his wrist.

Spike’s eyes shot up to hers, worried that he might have done something wrong, at last. Rarity smirked dangerously. “I’m afraid, dear,” she said, teasingly, “that that adventure shall have to wait until next time...”

“N– next time? So, there’s gonna be a... next time?” he asked hopefully before he could think. Well, there had to be after this, right? But Spike was still getting used to having Rarity for a real girlfriend.

“Why, of course!” Rarity exclaimed. “Though I have displayed myself to you, Spikey, I can’t simply let you take everything I have to give you just yet, eh?” There again was that smugly playful look Spike was learning to love. “I dare say you shall have to win me over for that!”

“Eh-heh, completely naked, and you still manage to be a tease!” Spike chuckled. “S– so, about winning you over... ?”

“‘Come on, sweetie, ask me out on a date!”

“A-alrighty, then!” Spike laughed, standing straight. “Wanna go to dinner tomorrow? Or, wait,” he broke of, thinking, “I think I heard somewhere that dinner is for the second date, and lunch should be the first. But, hang on a sec’,” he questioned himself again, scratching his head, “it would be the second date, right? Does this, right now, count as the first?”

Rarity smiled, recognizing the rather endearing confusion and self-questioning as a mannerism that he had picked up from Twilight over the years, despite his adopted sister herself outgrowing it lately. “Dinner sounds lovely, dear!”

“Okay, great!” Spike said, relieved.

“Speaking of which, if this is the first, then how about lunch? I’m feeling a little peckish, myself.”

“Oh, yeah, you’re right! I am getting hungry.” Spike looked toward the door that lead toward the boutique’s kitchen. “And I can help you make it! I-I mean, if that’s alright. You know how much I like to cook and all,” he added, the last part of this remark coming out a bit sheepishly. He still hadn’t quite gotten past the idea of cooking feeling like an effeminate thing. But Rarity squashed that feeling immediately:

“Wonderful, dear! I did always love your appreciation for the culinary arts. That sort of taste is so rare in a young man, and so respectable!”

Spike smiled at that. “Okay, so, one more thing before we go make lunch,” he said, calling on his confidence.

“Yes, Spikey-Wikey?”

“I’ve... got a kind of dare for you. Call it a birthday favor, maybe.”

Rarity’s lips curled, an eyebrow raised with sly curiosity. “Go on... ?”

Spike leaned in close, resting his hand on her shoulder, bringing his mouth to her ear. With a completely unabashed pinch of her nipple with the fingers of his other hand that, to his delight, made her squeak, he murmured, “Don’t put any clothes on for the whole rest of this visit.”

Rarity grinned devilishly at him. “Ooh, you are on, my dear Spikey-Wikey!” Now he’s got it!

And so the new couple happily spent the rest of the afternoon making and eating lunch. During which time, as promised, Rarity remained in full glorious nude. It was perhaps the absolute best time of Spike’s life. He had always enjoyed working in the kitchen, and with the knowledge that he and Rarity's new-found mutual love was only just beginning, and of course, the beautiful woman herself working, naked, right there beside him, he was in true bliss.

Their lunch consisted of a salad and fresh bread and butter, and bottles of Sweet Apple Acres apple juice. They had a wonderful time of preparing it all, spending time with one another, and Spike constantly admiring Rarity’s lithe form as she moved around the room. The first couple of times Rarity turned around to notice his staring, he blushed and turned away quickly, and Rarity couldn’t help but blush herself, though hers not quite shameful.

The third time she caught him staring, it was in the reflection of a glass she was fetching from a head-high cabinet. Deciding to toy with him, she pretended not to notice his eyes on her. She set the glass down and, though she had no reason to, bent down, opening the cabinet below her as if to retrieve something. Rarity could almost feel Spike’s blush heating up the room as she wiggled her posterior sassily, her genitals framed by her plump buttocks.

She stood up to look over her shoulder at him with that cheeky smirk. He didn’t look away that time, maybe out of sheer aroused amazement.

“Next time, remember, dear,” she said, winking.

“Y-yeah, I’ll, uh, look f-forward to it,” Spike stuttered, though his was grinning now, too.

The rest of the afternoon went much the same. During the meal itself, neither of them failed to notice how Rarity’s big breasts hung down to gently rest on the table, distractingly prevalent right next to her salad dish. They giggled together at the silly sensuality of it. (Halfway through the meal, Spike carefully slid his chair and plate over so that he was at a ninety-degree angle from her at the circular table. With mock-casualness, he reached across the table with his free hand and grasped Rarity’s closer breast and squeezed it absently as he ate. They both managed to stay composed for about nine seconds, Spike clearing his throat, before bursting into goofy laughter.)

After the meal was over and the dishes had been cleaned, Rarity decided to put on some records, and the couple danced merrily to a mix of slow, romantic songs, and faster, peppy dance pieces, laughing and smiling. When they had expended Rarity’s supply of danceable music, Spike collapsed onto the couch. Rarity joined him by playfully jumping sideways onto his lap in a most unladylike fashion. He gasped in surprise when her weight landed on top of his legs, and though this may not seem particularly funny, in their silly and happy moods it was enough to send them into even more fits laughter.

They spent the next whole hour relaxing on the sofa, sometimes talking about books and movies and friends, sometimes just sharing the peaceful silence with one another. During some of the silence, Spike would quietly start nursing Rarity’s nipples appreciatively, making up for that lost time. And she would smile, and kiss him on the forehead, and stroke his short, green hair.

Of course, it had to come to an end at some point. There were more parties to be had with more friends, and other gifts to be received and more dancing to be had; and even though none of it would be quite as magical as this time Spike and Rarity had shared, the day had to continue. And they were both admittedly looking forward to Pinkie’s party for him, however hesitant they were to end this private time. So it was around four-thirty o’clock when they finally stood. But before they began walking toward the door, Spike picked up the naked Rarity in his arms with a grin, literally sweeping her off her feet.

“Whee-hee-hee!” Rarity laughed as he spun around joyously, kissing her again. He moved gracefully toward the door with his damsel in his arms, and then let her down to the floor ever so gently. She immediately turned around and embraced him. “Thank you for the ride!” she giggled.

“You’re so welcome! Gosh, I wish this could just go on all day,” Spike said breathlessly as he held her.

“Oh, so do I, Spike, so do I. But, don’t forget... there is next time,” Rarity said seductively, and as Spike’s nether regions grew aroused again, her womanhood rubbed up against the bulge in his pants. He let out an involuntary squeak.

“Like I said, I can’t wait, heheh!” he said as they chortled together.

“Well then, I shall go adorn some more, ah, publically-decent wear, and then I shall see you at the party, yes?”

“Yeah, totally! We can dance there, too! But, y’know, with more clothes, unfortunately, heh.” He then added, “I, uh, kinda feel a little, well, like I have you at a disadvantage today. I mean, you got n-naked, but I’m, well...” He looked down at himself. He had stayed fully clothed the whole time she had treated him to her nude body.

“Oh, don’t you fret, dear! This was a birthday present, after all. But, hm, next time...” Her fingers brushed over his jeans button. “Next time, I want to see what’s down here, understand, Spikey-Wikey?” she said, smirking.

“S-sure, y-yeah,” he managed, feeling stifled.

Rarity grinned, guiltily enjoying his lapse in composure. “We can take it at whatever rate feels right, dear. However fast we choose to go, though, I’m glad you enjoyed today.”

“Absolutely! Thanks a ton!” His hugged her appreciatively again.

“You should probably get going. Don’t want Twilight to get too suspicious. As it is, I dread to know what rumors may abound in only a day or two’s time,” Rarity said, chuckling wryly.

“Yeah, that’s gonna be a real joy, huh? Heh, whatever. Well, see ya soon, then!”

“At the party!”

And with one final peck on the lips, Spike opened the door and walked from the boutique, turning back to grin and wave at Rarity. She stood there, the door just open enough for him to see her lovely, nude body framed, her face smiling warmly as she waved back.

Today had been a darn awesome day.

For both of us, they thought. And there is so much more ahead!

Author's Note

This here’s the work of roughly two months of off-and-on writing; Hope you enjoyed it! It was certainly a blast to write. It’s a little awkward and maybe a little cutesy, but I hope that it feels believable.

This story, as with all my clopfics, was inspired by an image. In this case, a small series of images by an artist who goes by the name Php1. Sadly, after rigorous searching, the best result I can find for said artist is a deleted tumblr account. So I’ll do the best thing I can, and link to a deviantART Sta.sh folder where I’ve re-uploaded the images – read the folder description for an additional note. I highly recommend a tumblr and Rule 34 search of that name, too.

I’d like to know if I did a good-enough job of capturing Spike and Rarity’s characters and voices. And if anyone spots any errors, feel free to point them out. I like to think that I’m a decent self-editor, but stuff always slips by. This was also a heck of an exercise in not using ridunkulous amounts of adverbs. It was tough, but I think I kept it to a manageable level. I hope, at least. There’s only so many ways one can describe similar actions over the course of 7,400 words. Especially when it comes to breasts. [Side-tangent engage:] See, I prefer to stick strictly to tasteful words; I refuse to refer to them as ‘jugs’, or ‘tits’, or other crude slangs. So I get to using the word ‘breasts’ almost exclusively, and then even ‘boobs’ leaves an icky taste in my mouth. And how many times can I use that word without the entire story reading like, “Her breasts were breasts and breasts the breasts breasts”, and now that word sounds weird in my head.

'Deleted scenes' include a bit I wanted to put in where Rarity says, "Well, I guess you can see why I only wore a robe before, eh? It took me some time to figure out a less-than-flimsy excuse that wouldn't sound odd." This being, of course, a reference to my own writing process with that part. I couldn't quite find a place for it, though, and it wasn't needed, so I cut it.

They also include Rarity telling Spike that her heart-shaped bush was intended just for him on this special day, but I sadly couldn't find a good place for that either, since it would contradict her telling him to wait until next time for that. Damn.

On the subject of next time, will there be a sequel or second chapter? ...Mmmaybe. I tend to doubt it. Though it would definitely be fun to revisit this at some point, this is really as far as I think I'm willing to go on writing a M/F fic. We'll see. If there was, it probably wouldn't be too explicit, even so.

Aaanyway, if anyone sees Php1, tell him Nordlen thanks him for the most wonderful humanized Rarity drawing that inspired him to write a whole clopfic about it. You rock, man. And your lighting ability is freaking incredible.

Stay classy,
~The Nordiest Nord of Them All, Nordlen

P.S. If you enjoyed this, then I highly recommend checking out my other lighthearted clopfic, The Real Party Starts Now!