The glorious warmth of the Saturday morning sun found Spike and Rarity snuggled up close together under the covers of their bed. Light snores vocalized Spike’s content while his arms lazily wrapped around his lover. Rarity sounding her own quiet, lady-like sleep noises.

Her eyes slowly opened up when she began to realize that it was starting to get a little warm for her tastes. With Spike’s body pressed against the length of her back firmly, and rays of light dancing across the sheets, she didn’t have to question why it was getting hotter for long.

As she became more self-aware, Rarity began to notice that there was a spot in the bed that seemed to have a higher concentration of glowing warmth than the rest. Shifting the covers slightly, she soon found that Spike's morning wood was pushing up against her marehood, two lines of dragon cum slowly dribbling down her cheek.

She might have had a mind to wake the sleeping dragon and ask him to clean the sheets, but their romp from the prior night left Rarity with her own glistening trail of mare juice soaking into a pool of mixed fluids and perspiration.

The knowledge of the state of her messy mane paired with the fact that she was sleeping in a hot mess caused the mare to shudder slightly. Rarity loved her Spikey-wikey to pieces... but if there was one wish she could have granted in the whole of her life, it would be to make sex less messy.

Unable to stand herself any longer, Rarity slowly shimmied out from under Spike's tender touch before moving off onto the floor. Just as she was about to take a step, a sudden twinge stopped her in her tracks, eliciting a quiet gasp to escape her lips. She'd nearly forgotten the subtle pain in her flank that came with mating her lover.

A hoof reached back to massage her sore flank, allowing small streams of dragon cum to leak from both her labia and anus. Having a mate with a dual phallus was something of an exotic burden. The experience was unique and unrivaled, but being speared the the hilt constantly often stretched her poor plot to limits that they simply weren't made for.

Rarity wasn't quite sure when this started becoming a problem for her, but she knew it was recent, and the only reason she could fathom was that Spike was still slowly growing. Causing his girthy meat to increase in diameter respectively. Now, more than ever, she began to wonder if adding on a few extra pounds might help the situation in some way. If nothing else, it should make it harder for him to hilt her. And she wouldn't mind the extra sturdiness to support the dragon's natural body weight. That's when a thought occurred to the ivory unicorn.

"I wonder if Twilight knows of something that could help?"

It wouldn't be a far stretch. Twilight was, admittedly, quite the book worm. As Spike would so boldly put it, anyway. Being well versed in the vast knowledge of an entire library for years, Twilight might at the very least know a good self-guide to increased flexibility through stretches and exercise. Though, the thought of having to exercise didn't leave the brightest of tastes on her mind.

"Ugh... hopefully, I can skip the exercise and stick to stretching..."

With the soreness finally faded enough, she was able to carefully make her way to the bathroom, light-blue magic closing the door behind her.

Spike slowly awoke not long after his mistress had left him. His ear gently flicked at the sound of a low hissing, which prompted lazy eyes to open halfway. Dragonic pupils first fell upon the pillow he'd snagged in his sleep and cuddled tightly, to which he then became aware of a snail trail leading from his mouth to a wet spot on the fluffy head rest. He then noticed the fact that his rods were gently pulsing against the subtle warmth gathered in his imitation love. Spike pushed himself to roll onto his back and give a mighty yawn and a good stretch, feeling a couple of his joints pop.

After taking a moment to himself, Spike looked over towards the source of the hissing, finding steam gently rolling in from under the bathroom door. A small smirk curved the corners of his lips as he got up off the bed and sauntered over to the door.

Rarity hummed a little tune to herself while a brush was guided by her magic to scrub bubbly shampoo into her coat. She’d already finished cleaning out the gooey mess in her honey pot and was granted the chance to properly care for her image. That was, until she felt the brush being pulled from her magic. She stopped for a moment to find Spike poking in around the curtains behind her. “Oh, Spikey! I hope I didn’t wake you, Darling. I was just so… icky.”

Spike smirked a bit. “Hehe, sorry about that. Can’t help myself sometimes…” Having been greeted without fanfare, the dragon completely stepped into the shower, plopping his haunches down behind his lover. Once he was comfortable, he began to groom her coat with the soapy brush where Rarity had left off. “You should’ve woken me, actually. I enjoy our little showers together.”

Rarity gave a nervous chuckle. “As do I. But, usually when we take showers together, I manage to end up dirtier than when I started…” At that thought, Rarity glanced back towards the dragon’s base, where his phalli stood at attention to greet her.

Spike offered a cheeky grin in response, seeing where her attention was brought at the moment. “I’ll try to contain myself today, but I make no promises. Hooves, please.”

“Oh, ha ha.” Rarity retorted playfully. Turning to face the dragon and presenting the first of four hooves to be scrubbed. “I think you can handle waiting until tonight perfectly fine, Darling.”

“Speaking of tonight,” Spike began, collecting water in his palm to rinse her fore-hoof before inspecting it to make sure it would hold up against her standards. Satisfied, he let it go, allowing her to place the other hoof in his claws to brush. “what have we got planned? Should we have dinner at Oliver’s chef’s table again?”

“Whatever do you mean?” Rarity asked, curious as to what made tonight special.

Spike paused for a moment, looking to her face. “Well, what else? It’s our anniversary!” He then took on a small level of disappointment as he put his claws to his sides. “Don’t tell me you forgot…”

Rarity’s eyes widened with a small gasp. “Today’s the tenth!?” Spike rolled his eyes, which left Rarity trying to think of something special that they could do tonight. “I’m so sorry, Spikey. I guess I’ve been so immersed in my work this past week that I missed a day…”

Spike sighed before continuing to groom his lover. “Don’t worry about it. You have been busy, after all.”

“No no no, I cannot let our special day go without proper ceremony!” Rarity protested, placing her free hoof to her chin in deep thought. Though, she quickly found that this might require more time to find something truly exceptional for her mate. “How about this? I need to go to Ponyville today to see Sweetie Belle about a couple of things. But tonight, I’ll make it up to you by making a special dinner myself. While I’m there, I can stop by Applejack’s and get us some cider to enjoy. How does that sound for starters?”

Spike was still slightly miffed that Rarity had forgotten their anniversary, but he couldn’t help a bright smile while he remembered the sweet deliciousness that was Apple family cider. Knowing Rarity, she’d likely get hard cider too, which made it that much more delectable on his palette. “Can’t argue with that!” he replied enthusiastically.

Rarity gave him a bright smile in return. “Then it shall be so, Darling!”

“What should I do with the store while you’re gone?” Spike asked as he resumed cleaning his lover.

“Oh… leave it closed for today.” Rarity said after a moment of thought. “I’m afraid I’ll be far too busy today to be working on orders and repairs.” Rarity then looked up to Spike. “You should take the day off as well, Darling. Fancy Pants really does enjoy your company.”

Spike snickered at the notion. “I’m a dragon, wedded to a big name in fashion, and know how to craft designer jewelry. Any of those three alone would make me enough of a celebrity for Fancy Pants to enjoy my company. I could probably be a Canterlot Elite myself if I cared enough.”

Rarity chuckled. “Fancy Pants is better than that, Spikey. He’s a lot more understanding than most Canterlot Elite.”

Spike shrugged. “I think I’ll make sure the store is in order before I go anywhere.”

The two continued small talk while they washed up and rinsed off. Soon enough, the faucets were turned off and they both got out to towel dry. Rarity soon placed herself before the vanity mirror to fix up her mane, while Spike sat on her other side to take care of morning rituals.

Once he was done, a claw reached over to a little jewelry stand where a coal-black ring hung from a peg. This was fitted around a claw before he turned to leave the bathroom to go check on the store. Before he could take three steps, however, his claw came down against the floor and made an audible snap. Both Spike and Rarity jumped slightly at the sudden noise, before Spike let out a low groan.

“Horse feathers!” he exclaimed as his eyes fell upon the ring, which laid in two halves on the floor before him. He picked the pieces up and pressed them together in the hopes that they would magically repair themselves. This didn’t happen, however.

“Are you okay, Spike?” Rarity asked, moving over to his side with a half-done mane to find the source of his woes.

“Yeah, I’m fine.” He sighed. “Can’t say the same for my wedding ring though. I was really hoping tungsten would last much longer than this. This is the third ring this year that I crushed…”

Rarity looked between her love and his broken ring a couple of times before a glint in her eyes prompted the perfect idea. For the sake of making this a surprise, however, she kept the revelation to herself. “Oh, don’t worry about it, Darling. It is just a ring, after all. They’re replaceable.”

“Yeah…” he continued, slightly down-hearted. “But this tungsten wasn’t cheap, and precious metals are too soft. Plain steel hurts my claws. I’m running out of suitable materials.” Spike then put a paw to his chin in thought. “I wonder if I can create my own metal that would work well…”

Rarity cocked her head to the side slightly. “And here, you get on me for working on the weekends…” Spike offered a sheepish grin on that comment. Rarity returned a simple smile while going back over to the mirror to finish her mane. “Worry about it tomorrow, Dear. It is the weekend, and our anniversary no less. Take some time to enjoy the city a little! I’ll be back before you know it, and we can do whatever we want then.”

Spike shrugged slightly, placing the broken ring at the foot of the jewelry stand before continuing his way back out of the bathroom. “Say ‘hi’ to Sweetie Belle for me.”

“Of course, Darling.”

The train hissed into the Ponyville station, prompting the passengers to get up and exit for their stop. Rarity’s ivory coat exited the train car among a few other ponies, bearing some saddle bags marked by the image of a gem.

Rarity took a moment in the middle of the station to admire her old stomping grounds. Ponyville seemed to be just as it was when she left it. Yet, she couldn’t help feeling that it was somehow foreign to her now. Once she took it all in, though, Rarity focused on the task at hand.

In truth, she had no obligations to her sister for today. She originally wanted to hide the fact that she’d be seeing Twilight for advice. But, with Spike’s broken ring, Rarity got an idea for an anniversary gift for him that would end his troubles. All she had to do was find it. With some help, of course.

Goal in mind, Rarity headed off towards the path to Sweet Apple Acres to enlist the aid of Applejack for her first venture. It didn’t take long for her to reach the farm, and Luckily Applejack was in sight the moment she reached the gate.

Applejack had just set down a basket full of harvested apples when she noticed a familiar fashionista trotting up the property. Applejack took a moment to wipe the sweat from her brow before pulling off her hat and waving it, smiling broadly. “Well, hey there Rarity! What brings you down from Canterlot?” she called when Rarity was close enough.

“Hello, Darling!” Rarity chimed, stopping just short of the orange earth mare. “I was hoping I could borrow you for a while. It’s our anniversary, and I need to find a gem for Spikey. Among some other purchases I need to make while I’m in town today.”

“Gems?” Applejack echoed curiously. She couldn’t possibly fathom why Rarity wanted her help looking for gems. “Wish ah could, Sugarcube, but I’m no good at finding gems. Ah think Twilight might still know how to use the spell, though. Maybe you should ask her?”

Rarity chuckled slightly. “Oh, no no no, I can find gems perfectly fine! But digging them out of the ground is another story, I’m afraid…”

Having finally caught on, Applejack shot Rarity a dirty glare. “Oh, ah see how it is. So you’ve come to ask an earth mare to do your hard labor?” she joked.

“Oh, please, Applejack, don’t be so mellow-dramatic.” Rarity remarked. They both then snickered a little before Rarity continued. “I know it’s a lot to ask, Darling, but I really would appreciate the help. I need to purchase some of your hard cider for tonight as well, so I figured I might be able to get both done at once.”

“Well…” Applejack looked over to the barn where the harvested apples sat patiently. She’d managed to get a little ahead of schedule with Big Mac and Apple Bloom this week, so she figured it wouldn’t hurt to give some of her time to her friend. “can’t see the harm in a little break. Just let me grab a shovel real quick.”

“Of course!”

Applejack left the unicorn to head into the barn and find their shovel. On her way there, Big Mac soon came into view with Apple Bloom by his side, both toting their own apple cargo.

“What’s with the shovel, AJ?” Apple Bloom asked once they were close enough.

Applejack took a moment to set the shovel into the ground so that she could explain. “Hope y’all don’t mind none. Rarity needs my help findin’ some gems for Spike. They’re celebrating their anniversary tonight. She’ll also be purchasing some hard cider for it, too. So, if one of you could get out a personal-sized barrel an’ have it prepared for when we get back, ah’d be a might grateful.”

Apple Bloom looked to her big brother and shrugged slightly. “We don’t mind. An’ ah can stop for a moment an’ fill up a small barrel to go.”

Applejack nodded in confirmation. “Thanks a bunch. Ah’ll try an’ be quick about this.”

Applebloom smiled some. “Take your time! Me an’ Big Mac got this handled, right Big Mac?”

“Eyup.” he voiced in agreement.

Applejack chuckled. “All the same, ah don’t want y’all runin’ yourselves ragged. So don’t work too hard, ya hear?” They both gave a nod before returning back to their chores, allowing Applejack to join back up with Rarity to head out to the gem fields.

Rarity trotted through the loose dirt field merrily, her horn aglow in its search for glimmering stones. Applejack keeping a steady pace behind her. Much of the search remained quiet with small patches of disturbed ground in their wake. They both had ample time to talk, but the lack of common interests has made the visit fairly silent most of the time. Finding another clutch of gems, Rarity marked the spot and moved to the side. “Here we are!” When Applejack began to dig, Rarity decided to break the silence once more. “So, how has it been in Ponyville? It almost feels like nothing’s changed since I was last here…”

“Ponyville’s been goin’ pretty good.” Applejack began in an upbeat tone, operating the shovel in her hooves with ease. Piling the dirt to the side little by little. “Lots of things changed, but it’s all pretty much stayed the same. Scoots runs the weather ‘bout the same as RD would. Twilight’s just as busy with her paperwork as Mare was. She’s done quite a bit of good with it, too. She’s thinkin’ about hostin’ a Wonderbolt rally in town sometime in the near future. Last time we had a chat, she asked if the track could be held at Sweet Apple Acres. Course ah couldn’t deny, that would bring in some much needed money for the farm after all.”

“That sounds delightful, Darling!” Rarity chimed. Applejack moved aside when she finished digging, allowing Rarity to take the pocket of gems into her magic so she could look each over with careful scrutiny.

Just like all the other times, Applejack watched Rarity stare at each gem individually, but her attention wasn’t on the gems herself. AJ was a little bit more interested in Rarity’s figure. She couldn’t quite place a hoof on what made her different, but something was definitely changed about her. Having bugged her enough, Applejack decided to ask. “Have ya done something different with yourself, Rarity?”

Rarity paused for a short moment in thought, before adopting a slight pose. “Oh! You must mean my new up-do! I quite like it myself, the Prench Bun really does bring out a sense of professionalism, doesn’t it?”

Applejack shook her head slightly, placing a hoof to her chin. “No… it’s somethin’ else, ah think…”

Rarity looked to AJ in wonder, before her eyes traced the path that AJ’s vision was locked on. Looking over herself, Rarity then blushed slightly while she played with her bangs, which seemed more interesting than the gems at the moment. “Heheh-heh… you must mean my-uhm… huskier figure…” she chuckled nervously.

Applejack thought on it for a moment before nodding. “Yeah, that must be it.” Soon enough, the fact that Rarity had admitted to putting on weight struck the proper chord in her head. “So, wait, you packed on a little?” The unicorn returned the inquiry with something of a embarrassed scowl. The farmer laughed some behind a hoof, seeing that she put it too bluntly for Rarity’s comfort. “Sorry, Sugarcube. Ah mean no offense, it’s just that I remember you bein’ the image of perfection an’ whatnot before.”

Rarity returned her attention to the last of the gems from that pile before continuing. “Yes, well, being wed to a dragon nearly the size of Luna comes with a few… drawbacks. I have had to take on one or two extra pounds to… well, you know… support his weight.” Rarity then heard a small snicker as she placed a couple of exceptional gems in her saddle pack while the rest were placed back in the hole. This furthered Rarity’s blush, causing her to shoot a glare back to the country mare. “It isn’t as easy as you’d think, Darling. I’d like to see you take on Big Mac and not have aches in the morning!”

Though the thought irked her slightly, Applejack now gave Rarity a raised brow in response. “Ya do know that ah can bench-press my brother, right?”

“And how long do you think that would last?” Rarity shot back.

Applejack shrugged. “At least an hour, ah s’ppose.”

Rarity smirked at that. “How wonderful, Darling! Now, make Big Mac a little bigger, give him a second phallus, and then bench-press him for a total of nine and one-half hours.”

Applejack’s mouth hung wide open at that. “N-n-nine an’ a half hours!?”

“My longest running record for riding a dragon.” Rarity explained proudly. She then began to look over a forehoof, if for nothing else than to relish in the fact that she’d successfully one-upped the farmer once and for all. “Had to close the store that day to rest properly. Took me a day to trot right, and another two on top of that to sit comfortably…”

Applejack spent some time trying to form a word or two. However, her mind was plagued with thoughts of rutting a larger stallion for an entire night. It wasn’t pleasant. The most prominent thought was the massive amounts of cum. “Where in the world did it all come from?”

“Dragons are such wonderful creatures, aren’t they?” was Rarity’s only comment on that. Having teased the earth mare, Rarity giggled under a hoof before magically moving the pile of dirt over the gems. Applejack was still somewhat stunned, and Rarity could guess as to what it was she was thinking. “Lets not spend all day in the gutter with my husband, please. I still need to find the perfect gem for him.”

Applejack snapped back to reality with the purest of blushes. “Ah was not thinkin’ ‘bout Spike!”

“You don’t have to be so modest, Applejack, there is nopony but us out here to catch wind of your fantasies.” Rarity chimed. Enjoying the fact that she could cause the rough-and-tumble country mare a light amount of discomfort.

“Ah don’t fantasize about dragons.” Applejack reassured as she caught up to Rarity, who was back on the hunt for more gems.

“You know Darling, I always had you pegged for Rainbow Dash, myself…” Rarity chuckled some more.

“What in the name of Celestia’s sun makes you think that!?” Applejack asked, another cherry-red blush enveloping her cheeks.

“Oh, please! You both are raging closet-cases. Swinging around your competitive masculinity at one another, spending entire days trying to get that one extra up over each other. Honestly, you can’t tell me that it never once crossed your mind.”

“Not at all!” Applejack countered in a heated tone.

“I mean, it doesn’t bother me any that you’d swing that way. I firmly believe the princesses share benefits with each other as well.” Rarity furthered into gossip.

“Rarity, ah’m beginnin’ to think you’re the ragin’ closet-case.” Applejack deadpanned.

“Well, I mean, I’ve always been a little curious myself, but I don’t think I’d act on it...” That was about as far as she would comfortably elaborate on her own fantasies.

“Since when are you ever this open ‘bout personal stuff?” Applejack inquired with slight unease.

“Darling, you’d be amazed by what Canterlot ponies gossip about when nopony else is around.” Rarity chuckled slightly at the thought. “Besides, Darling, nopony is out here. You’re not going to tell anypony, are you?”

“Because ah just love to gab about ponies ah think are lesbos an’ other subjects of taboo.” AJ retorted sarcastically.

“Well, there’s no reason to worry then, is there Darling?” With Applejack having finished another dig, Rarity lifted the small collection of gems into the care of her magic. One large gem in particular caught her interest, eliciting a gasp which pushed all other thoughts aside. “Oh my, Darling, this is perfect! I’ll have to take it to a jeweler the moment I get back into Ponyville!”

Applejack heaved a sigh of relief, wiping the sweat off of her forehead. “Alright, well, lets get this here hole filled in, an’ we can head back.”

Rarity nodded before putting back the gems she didn’t want, and filling the rest of the hole with loose dirt. They then both began to make their way back to the farm. “So, Applejack, do you have any stallions who’ve got your eye?”

Applejack shook her head. “Can’t say ah do. Ah’ve dated a few nice ones, but none have really fit well so far…”

“Hmm… well, maybe you should come to Canterlot one time. A fresh change of scenery for a day or two might be nice?”

Applejack wasn’t sure if she could get behind that idea. “Well… maybe.”

Rarity shrugged. “You don’t have to, of course, it’s just an idea.”

“Well, no offense, Sugarcube, but goin’ to a hoity toity city ain’t exactly my idea of relaxin’. But maybe the next time you’re in town, we can hang out at the spa or somethin’ for a while. I wouldn’t mind that.”

“That sounds lovely, Darling.”

Rarity trotted merrily through the middle of town, a small barrel nestled on her back. One saddle bag filled with gems, the other struggling to hold a wrapped gift box. Humming a tune to herself as she neared Town Hall.

Once she got up to past the steps, sky-blue aura gently opened the doors for the unicorn, allowing her entry before they closed again behind her. Inside the hall, Rarity found Twilight holding a veritable plethora of cleaning supplies under the guidance of her magic, all while reading a rather thick, olden tome in her hooves. Pausing to look around, many feather dusters were hard at work cleaning every inch of surface from its dingy coating. Brooms did much of the same for the floors as well. Bottles of cleaning fluid followed by rags wet down other areas that begged for a just-polished look.

Rarity was no stranger to multitasking with her magic, but usually it was while she was paying attention to her work. Here, Twilight was doing all of this while wholly immersing herself in a world of text. It was simply amazing.

“Twilight, Darling!” Rarity called. Unsurprisingly, to no avail. Looking around some more, Rarity soon found the closest feather duster, and momentarily disrupted Twilight’s magic by taking it into her own aura.

“Huh?” Twilight immediately responded to the hindered process, her eyes darting up to the struggling tool. Her gaze quickly traced down to the cause of the problem, and then gasped slightly. “Oh, Rarity!”

Rarity perked a smile, releasing the duster as she went up to the alicorn. “It has simply been too long, Darling.”

Twilight met the unicorn with a short embrace after having set down her tome. “It’s great to see you too!” Once their hug was done, Twilight let all the cleaning supplies find a resting spot for the moment so that she could give all of her attention to her friend. “What brings you to Ponyville?”

Rarity took a quick glance around before returning her attention back to Twilight. “Well, you see, I’m having a bit of a problem, and I was hoping you might know of a solution.”

Twilight adopted a curiously odd look. “I can try my best. What’s the matter?”

“Well…” Rarity took a moment to think of how best to put it. “I’m having troubles keeping up with Spike.”

Twilight looked over the ivory unicorn for a moment. “You two go running?” she asked with a hint of disbelief.

Rarity rolled her eyes slightly. She should’ve known better than to be socially discrete with Twilight. Sure that there was nopony else in the hall, Rarity decided to simply take the blunt route. “His dragonhood is getting to be a little too much for me to handle lately.” she deadpanned.

“Oh!” Twilight blushed slightly. Rarity’s revised figure then slowly began to make sense to her. “Oohhh… I see now.”

Rarity nodded slightly. “I hate to seem like I’m only here for a favor, but I really could use your help Darling. I was wondering if you knew of a good book for something that could help me increase my flexibility, or at least make it a little easier to get up in the morning.”

Twilight put a hoof to her chin in thought. “Well, there is this one book that I read which could help. Higher Clarity Through Increased Flexibility.”

“Higher clarity?” Rarity inquired.

Twilight nodded. “It’s a guide that focuses on improving magical dexterity through a flexible regimen of meditation and stretching techniques. It’s really helped me with multitasking while using magic, and I can’t argue with the results either.” At that, Twilight curved her back while bringing up her left fore-hoof and her right hind-hoof. Both effortlessly touched together over her wings, with her head arched upwards.

Rarity watched on in awe as Twilight demonstrated for her. Once she came back to a normal stand, Rarity grinned broadly. “Do you think this will help me?”

“Well, I’m not sure if it will help improve your sex life, but it definitely is worth a shot. If You’d like, I can go to the library with you and help you pick it out.”

Rarity nodded slightly. “I’d love that, Darling.”

Twilight’s hoof knocked on the library door a couple of times before a voice beyond the entrance called for them to come in. Twilight then opened the door, giving way to the scene of a cherry red unicorn mare sorting away some books. Twilight giggled slightly. “How are you, Silver Quill?”

“Mayor Sparkle!” Quill sounded, taking her attention from the bookshelves. When Twilight came in, she moved to the side to allow Rarity to trot into view as well. Quill smiled at that. “How can I help you two today?”

Twilight looked around slightly. “I came to find a book for Rarity. Higher Clarity Through Increased Flexibility?”

“Of course! Second shelf of the self-help section.”

“Thank you!” Twilight responded, before taking Rarity over to the named shelf. A quick browse found her the correct title, which was then lifted from its spot with her magic. This book was then presented to Rarity, exchanging auras in the process. “This should be everything you need. It includes a time schedule to follow and illustrations for the different stretches.”

“Thank you ever so much for your help, Twilight. I’ll be sure to bring this back once I’m done with it.” Rarity smiled while the book went over to nestle itself behind the present snugly.

Twilight chuckled. “Just don’t rush yourself.”

Rarity nodded before turning away slightly. “Well, I must be going now. I have an anniversary to save!”

“Happy anniversary, Rarity. Tell Spike I said ‘Hello’.” Twilight chimed.

“What’s that book you have there, Mayor Sparkle?” Silver Quill asked as she came over to her. Having finished putting away the others, she was allowed a moment to look at it closer, and find that it was not one she’d seen before.

“This?” Twilight began as Rarity cantered off to the door. Bringing attention to the tome she still possessed. “It’s a copy of Arcane Transformations and Magical Metamorphoses: Theory and Practice. I purchased a copy for my personal library when I felt like my knowledge of transformational magics was getting a little rusty.”

Rarity paused just before the door, her ear flicking at the mention of ‘Transformations’. She instantly spun on her hooves to face the others once more. “Did you say, ‘transformations’?”

Twilight and Quill both looked over to the fashionista with subtle curiosity. “Yes, transformations.” Twilight confirmed.

A grand idea could be seen in a quick glint of her eyes, prompting the ivory unicorn to join her friend once more. “Twilight, Darling… would it be too much trouble to ask of one more favor?”

Twilight cocked her head to the side slightly. “What would that be?”

“Could you make me a dragon for a day?” Rarity inquired, almost hesitantly. Silver Quill seemed genuinely surprised, while Twilight appeared to contemplate the notion. “If it’s not any trouble, that is. I just think that it would make Spike’s day if he could… share a meal with another like himself, so to speak.” Rarity then squeaked a slightly bashful grin.

Twilight spend a few moments thinking about the spell. It certainly wouldn’t be too much trouble, but there was one thing missing. “I would love to… but I’m afraid I need a dragon present to complete the spell.”

“Oh… I see.” Rarity could ask if Twilight would be willing to go with her and use Spike as the subject, but then that would kinda ruin the surprise, and she already had a grand scheme mapped out in her mind for how she’d most like to capture that surprise. “It was just a thought. I’ll be on my way now.” She said with a small smile.

Silver Quill could detect the hint of disappointment in Rarity’s voice, and thought on it for a moment. “Hold on a second.” she said, gaining the attention of both mares. She then looked to Twilight. “Do you need a whole dragon, or would a sample be enough?”

Rarity gained hopeful eyes, while Twilight thought on it further. “Uh… well, I don’t really know. In theory, a sample might work. But I’ve never tried it before. Worst case scenario, it does nothing. Why, do you have a sample of a dragon?”

Silver Quill nodded slightly, before whisking away up the stairs. “My father is a Zoologist, and studied dragons once for a brief time. They proved too hostile to safely watch in their nesting grounds in the south-east, but he did manage to recover this.” Having taken a moment to remove something from under a protective glass casing, Quill returned down the stairs to join the group. She then produced a fang roughly the size of a chef’s knife for the others to behold. “He held on to it for a while before giving it to me. I’ve always found dragons to be fascinating creatures, so he gifted it to me on my birthday. Nopony was able to determine the dragon it came from, and I’ve always wondered what it might have looked like myself. So, it would be fun to get an idea of what type of dragon once bared this tooth.” Silver Quill then grinned enthusiastically.

Both Twilight and Rarity looked over the fang for a moment, Twilight squinting with scrutiny while rubbing her chin. “Well… it’s not much to go off of, but it’s certainly worth trying. Place it on the floor, please!” Quill did so before taking a few steps back, while Twilight looked over to Rarity. “You might want to put your things down for this.”

Once Rarity took off her saddle bags and set them to the side, Twilight prepared herself. Flipping through the pages of her book to make sure she had the right idea, she quickly found the section on temporary castings. There was a moment in silence, before the book was closed and set to the side. “Alright, lets do this!”

“Ready!” Rarity chimed.

Twilight’s horn charged up with a subtle resonance, before she tilted her head and cast a continuous beam at Rarity. Once the connection was made, Twilight turned her attention to the fang, sending a short beam of her magic against it as well. The fang became enveloped by bands of aura inscribed with ancient runic writing while it gently floated above the floor. The genetic coding acquired - hopefully - Twilight returned her attention upon Rarity once more and increased the magic sent her way. Completing the spell, a vibrant wave of aura burst forth in all directions.

Before any of them knew it, Rarity’s frame expanded, taking on a new shape and greater size. When the blinding light dissipated, both Twilight and Silver Quill looked upon the visage of Rarity’s dragonic form. Two pairs of eyes slowly looked upwards, stopping just before the ceiling. Jaws agape.

“What? What’s wrong? Didn’t it work?” Rarity asked, concern apparent in her new, immaculate voice. “Do I look okay?”

Both nodded slowly. “Quite possibly the most majestic dragon I’ve ever seen…” Quill commented.

Rarity paused for a moment to look herself over. She quickly found that her new form rivaled even Celestia in size. “Uhm… Twilight, Dear… I think I might be a tad too big…”

Twilight nodded in agreement, eyes darting over to the door for a quick moment. A portal in which Rarity couldn’t presently fit through. “I think a simple age spell might fix that.”

“Can somepony get me a mirror?” Rarity inquired. Quill took a moment, but quickly disappeared into her room. When she returned, her magic guided a small hoof-mirror into Rarity’s awaiting claws. Rarity gazed into it for a moment, before lightly bouncing her mane in her free paw. “Oh, my! I could get use to this!”

The sun hanging low on the horizon, Spike traversed the streets of Canterlot on his way back to the store. It had been a fairly long day without a whole lot to do, but it was also kind of nice to have a break from work. He did manage to go to a wine tasting with Fancy Pants, which he was leaving from now. His usual group was a little disappointed that Rarity wasn’t there as well. He shared sentiments with them. Though, not for the same reasons. At the very least, he got to have a bit of fun talking about nothing, and bought an exceptional bottle of wine which he intended to save for Hearth’s Warming.

The scenery of Canterlot when the sun was low was another thing Spike enjoyed about the city. Everything glowed under hues of reds, oranges, and yellows. It reminded him of fall, when the trees would be all sorts of pretty colors in Ponyville. Hm… Ponyville.

If there was one part of Ponyville by itself that Spike missed the most, it was the scenery. Canterlot was majestic in its own way, but it wasn’t the same as the serenity of a natural backdrop. The Running of the Leaves was, by far, his most coveted event. When the leaves would fall in a moving portrait of color, it was hypnotizing.

Admittingly, Spike did not have much appreciation for fine art when he was younger. He thought most forms of expression was rather boring, save for what Rarity did. Er… most of what Rarity did, anyway. Being older now, and more refined in his tastes, he did yearn for the simplicity of nature from time to time. It was much more quiet there, too.

Finally reaching the front door to their abode, Spike paused for a moment to find that there was a box wrapped in red paper with a yellow bow around it. Earmarked by a tag. Looking around, most other ponies were simply minding their own way, as always. Curious as to who might have left a gift there, Spike opened the door and padded in. Setting his newly acquired bottle of wine down on the counter, Spike flipped the decorative tag over, finding only his name written on it in Rarity’s swiftly elegant writing.

“Rarity?” Spike called out, but heard no answer. Spike hummed his curiosity, before it got the better of him. Spike carefully removed the ribbon bow before flicking his claws together. A single one was chosen to trace a line down the center, allowing him to remove both halves of the wrapping cleanly. This revealed to him a nice felt box, typical of what you’d get with the purchase of fine jewelry.

Spike smirked. Now he could see why Rarity told him to forget about his old ring. It would seem she had planned to buy him a new one. Though, this box was much too large for a simple ring. Flipping it open, Spike stared dumbly at a large, heart-shaped gem of deep blue and royal purple hues. Set into a silver necklace with decorative engravings. The shine of the silver band told him it had just been made today, and his nose could smell that the gem was freshly cut. “Wow…” he mumbled under his breath. Carefully, he removed it from its case and placed it around his neck. It fit just a tad loose. Which was fine, because he could easily grow into it. He also noticed that when the gem moved between the shadows, its hue altered some. That was something unique all of its own. Spike smiled warmly at his gift. It was perfect.

“Rarity?” He called again, looking back over the shop. Still no answer. Moving past the counter, Spike noticed a glimmer on the floor in front of the door that led to the stairs. Heading over to it, Spike picked up a little red gem sitting on the floor, holding it up to his face. Glancing back to the spot he found it in, another gleam caught his attention just beyond the door, which was ajar.

One after another, Spike found one little sliver of gem after another, leading him up the stairs and over to the bedroom. He’d caught on to the game halfway up the stairs, and was smiling expectantly now. “Ya up here, Rares?” Spike called again, without expecting any answer as he piled the gems in one arm.

The trail of gems carried him all the way over to the bedroom, the door cracked open slightly with a flickering glow behind it. The smell of perfume wafted his nose, among a few other things he detected on the air. The ambient light drifting in from outside diminished as the sun disappeared, giving way to the glow of Luna’s moon. Causing the dancing rays from the bedroom to show hues of red and orange.

Picking up the last of the gems, Spike pressed his paw against the door and slowly opened it. It gave way to the image of Rarity on the bed, lounging across its entirety with other gems laid out across the sheets.

It was at this point that Spike’s jaw nearly dropped off of his face, the small armful of gems sent into a clattering pile at his feet. “R-Rarity?” he asked in disbelief.

Before him sat the image of another dragon, ivory white with three gems adorning her haunches. Where spines would normally be, there was a flowing mane of purple-to-blue gradient instead. A slightly curved unicorn horn resting atop her head, with four dragonic horns sprouting out from the back of her head. Golden in color. Her neck was long, like his own, but slightly longer. Connecting to a body that was similar to a wine gourd in figure. Long, lean legs accented her form, with a tail trailing off her base. Easily reaching the same length as the rest of her body, from nose to thigh. Instead of ending in a spade, like his own, her tail was tipped with more hair, styled just like her normal tail was. To top it all off, Rarity wore a few different golden accessories; bracelets, armbands, anklets, a few well placed rings. Among others. But the most notable golden trinket was that of the fire ruby necklace he’d given her so long ago adorning the base of her neck. It glowed warmly in the candlelight.

Vibrant sapphire eyes watched his green irises trace the outline of her frame, a blush slowly forming on his cheeks. She gave him a soft smile, revealing a smokey-shadow on her lids as she offered him bedroom eyes. “Happy anniversary, Darling.” sounded her nearly majestic tone from deep in her chest. “Do you like your new wedding band?”

“Uhh...uhhuh.” he replied, a bit dumbstruck. A tingle in his shoulder blades made itself known to Spike now. Surely, if the drake had wings, they would be sky-bound. “Rarity… how did you…?”

Rarity smirked slightly. “Nevermind the how, Spikey. Suffice it to say that I am all yours for one day.” A claw them came up to gesture him over.

Spike observed her enticing invitation for a moment. His mind began to do the math, and soon realized that this had to be the work of Twilight. The only other ponies they knew of capable of such powerful magics on a whim would be the princesses, and maybe Shining Armor. Somehow, he doubted anypony else but Twilight was the cause.

He made a mental note to thank Twilight later for this while going over to lay on the bed next to his lover. The frame bowing under its increased load. Every shift he made to get comfortable was matched by the bed’s creaking and whining. After it did that a few times, they both looked at each other, then down over the side. Seeing the bed struggling to hold their weight, they both gave a nervous chuckle.

“Perhaps I should have taken an extra minute to… adjust our sleeping arrangements?”

Spike nodded his agreement. “Lets fix that really quick…”

Both dragons quickly went to work. Rarity lifting the mattress with ease while Spike pushed the frame to a corner of the room where it would be out of the way. Rarity had to admit that being a dragon had its perks as she effortlessly placed the pillow-top down. With the soft bed sitting on the floor now, and the two laid back next to each other again, the moment resumed.

“Now, where were we?” Rarity began while tracing her claws over Spike’s chest. Her horn lit up with light-blue magic, which then took hold of all the little gems strewn about the room. The end of her tail whisked up two champagne glasses from one night stand while her free paw grabbed hold of the personal-sized barrel of hard cider on the other. Using a claw, she punched a hole in opposing sides of the lid and gently filled both glasses. The barrel was set aside, and one glass was placed in Spike’s care. After he took his drink from it, Rarity sipped at hers while plucking gems from her magic around them and feeding them to Spike. “Better than Oliver’s?” she asked playfully.

Spike enthusiastically munched on a chunk of ruby while nodded some. He still couldn’t stop staring at her, though. Spike had never seen another female dragon before. At least, not in this way. While he would still find Pony Rarity to be the most attractive, Dragon Rarity was a close second. After having been fed another gem, Spike had to ask. “So, dragon for twenty-four hours, huh?”

Rarity nodded. “Technically somewhere around twenty-one hours now.”

Spike looked down to his drink and swished it around a bit, before taking the last of it like a shot. It was then set aside, another gem awaiting his palette. “We better not waste another moment then.” Before she could react, Spike’s tongue whipped out and stole the gem from her paw. He then pulled her muzzle into his own, mashing them together in a deep, passionate kiss while their tongues shared in the delightful flavors of ruby hockey.

Rarity was taken a little off guard by the level of intensity he held for her now, but was quickly lost in the flavor of the gem. She’d almost forgotten that she could eat gems for the time being. Their flavor was something unique. She’s never had anything like it, and knew of no flavors to compare it to. All that she could think was that they were delicious. Lost in the moment, Rarity subconsciously let go of her magical hold on the other gems, letting them fall onto the bed around them. She wasn’t too sure where the glass of cider disappeared off too, but she didn’t much care anymore.

When it seemed that minutes passed by, Spike’s tongue finally left her muzzle, allowing her to enjoy the ruby all to herself. Small gasps and light moans escaped her while Spike slowly kiss, licked, and nipped his way down her neck. The act sent tingles through her body, and even jolts occasionally. A sensation she thoroughly enjoyed.

Eventually, Spike gave the ivory dragon a moment to crunch on the gem and finish it before continuing to other pleasure spots she enjoyed. His forked-tongue danced across the edges of her chest, lathered the sweet spot on her side, and a fun hidden pleasure center on the inside of her thigh. All eliciting every manner of moans and whines from the dragoness. Sometimes small, light ones. Sometimes loud, lust-filled ones. All driving them both further into excitement.

When Spike finally worked his way to her nethers, he stopped to admire them for a bit. It was different, staring at the forbidden factory of a dragon. Scales seamlessly hid her holes from his view. If it weren’t for the glistening trickles of honey seeping from deep within, he might have overlooked them. Normally, Rarity’s pussy was out in the open, advertising its glory to him in the most teasing of manners throughout the day. Mare nethers also appeared smaller than their dragoness counterparts.

Claws traced around the elongated slit, prompting whimpers of desire from his love. Slowly, two claws spread her lips apart to reveal the treasures inside. To his amazement, he could see two channels burrowing deep inside, both with their own fun-button. His tongue flicked at the air in animalistic reaction, before it reached from his muzzle to wrap around the lower clitoris. Squeezing and massaging it while the other was subjected to the mercy of his trained fingers.

“Celestia’s sun!” Rarity gasped under her breath, legs splayed and tense from the sensations, while her paws held his muzzle against her. Amidst her moaning, she could feel two distinct sources of pleasure, but both close enough together to easily be mistaken for one in the same. It then occurred to her that, Spike being a male dragon with two phalli, female dragons might have dual love canals as well. Groaning again in bliss, the same thought distorted itself into ’Double the fun!’

Having had his fun, Spike soon found his curiosity pull his tongue off of her clit to drag down her lower labia. Pushing out more of its length, the lithe tool snaked around in her pot, on the prowl for a desired target. While executing his search, Spike noted the flavor of his love. Typically he found her to taste something of an earthy tea. Her juices were similar to that effect now, yet different. And not in the most tasteful of ways. Something existing between sour and tangy accented the body of her juices, with a tea-like aftertaste. It wasn’t enough to complain, but it certainly wasn’t his most favorite flavor.

Those thoughts were pushed to the back burner when he heard Rarity take an exceptionally deep, sharp breath. It seemed that her new pleasure spot was found, and Spike grinned with near-evil intent. His tongue ground and slithered against the bottom of her lower channel, and Rarity reacted with growls and mewls. Her spine arched, and she rocked her pelvis against his muzzle, which she continued to hold tightly against her.

Rarity writhed in pure ecstasy, getting off to the intense sensation while the debauched sounds of his audible slurping filled her mind. Her long, thick tail thumped against the bed erratically, uncomfortable without a direction. With feral instinct, the ivory whip wrapped its end around his erect tool and squeezed it in something of a pattern. She then felt the drakes muzzle firmly vibrate with an unexpected moan, increasing her own pleasure. “Yes! Just like that!” she cried as she lost herself in a world of wonder. The sensations intensified, and she knew that she was nearing the zenith of her desires.

When Spike found that her bucking against him had lost its steady rhythm, both claws came down to grasp her haunches and hold her in place. She pushed against him even more in reaction, and Spike moaned harder into her cave. Her tail trying to milk his rods for everything they were worth. His own tail slowly raised into the air while his legs pushed his lower body onto his knees, allowing her tendril more space to freely pleasure his dragon meat.

Rarity’s moaning increased in volume as Spike continued to assault her dragon cave with his tongue. One of her paws soon left his face to play with her clit, mashing it in circles to further her pleasures. Then, Spike felt her body ripple with tension, Rarity crying out her orgasm. Spike winced as love juices coated his muzzle, her tunnel erratically clenching against his tongue. Meanwhile, her tail gripped onto his spears for dear life, invoking a feeling somewhere between pleasure and discomfort.

Rarity roared her orgasm to the open air of their room, a small throw of magenta fire jumping free from her throat. Her breath caught several times as she rode out the tingles that flashed across her body in all directions. When the sensations finally began to die down, she slowly loosened up until she laid lamely across the sheets, freshly soaked by a small puddle of her nectar. A low groan escaped her while Spike’s tongue retracted from her depths, creating an even greater empty feeling from within.

A tense throb in a foreign appendage reminded her that she still had his dual penis locked in the grasp of her tail. Taking a moment to lift her head slightly, she looked down to see that they were mere moments away from satisfaction. Small streams of cum dripping from his erection. A flick of her tongue reminded her that she could do many of the things she loved about him now, prompting Rarity to push herself up. “My turn!” she chimed, easily pushing him back to give her access to his girth. Rarity took a few moments to play around with his toys, sizing them up in her paws.

There was a good deal of fascination which she found in his dragonhood. They were somewhat similar in size and shape to a typical stallion. Long, thick, and juicy. But there were a few characteristics that separated him from a typical stallion, and which made the experience itself wholly different. The shaft itself was not uniform, but ridged and wavy. Deeply so, even. Both heads held a line of spiny nubs around the edge of the cap, which could flare as well. If there was one thing she favored about his tools, it was the spines. They could fill any nook or corner of her honey pot, and it felt like they could grasp, or even pull against them. Combined with the ridges, this breed of sex-machine could likely pleasure anypony’s deepest desires.

Claws began to gently play with every facet of his meat sticks, earning Rarity deep grumbles and short groans from the dragon’s chest. Every ridge soaked in her affections, and every nub was teased and pinched. Soon enough, she felt her lover’s claws lightly grasp her mane, and she smirked a bit.

Her own forked-tongue now came out to play, coiling around the first head closest to her. Spike sounded out a deep moan while she familiarized herself with the motions, slinking her tongue up and down a small portion of his spear. More pre-cum dribbled out and creeped down her lithe muscle, gracing her palette with the bitter flavor of his seed.

Having had her fun teasing the drake, Rarity positioned his lower rod with her tongue, and slowly took it deep into her muzzle. A long and pleasured sigh escaped with Spike’s breath, while Rarity slurped up more and more of his rod. Normally, she could never get past his head without choking. But now, it seemed that her muzzle was made for the act, and she wasted no effort in dragging out the pleasure for the sheer fact that she could now.

His dick finally bottomed out just before her snout touched flesh. From there, the sword was slowly unsheathed while a paw rubbed off the other. When only the head filled her mouth, Rarity pushed back down again, saliva coating his shaft and making it slick. When a solid repetition was established, Rarity began to change it up in random little ways. Her tongue would occasionally flick against his spines. Sometimes, a loud slurp could be heard. She also found that giving a soft moan or hum would prompt favorable reactions from the dragon. And as his groans intensified, so did her sucking.

Spike continued to lowly vocalize his pleasure while watching his spear constantly disappear into Rarity’s maw. Only to reappear again, briefly, sopped with a glistening sheen. Rarity normally did this pretty well, but there was something intrinsic about this time that seemed to hypnotize his mind. Clearing it of all miscellaneous thoughts so that he could focus on the scene before him.

Rarity glanced up to his blank expression before a moment, causing a small smirk of pride to see him entranced by her new ability. His breathing deepened some, and little puffs of emerald fire gave life to every other exhale. This little pride then took on a voice, and whispered the idea of doing that little bit of extra into her mind. On her last upstroke, Rarity released his package from her muzzle, eliciting her an empty sigh from his chest.

Her tongue then swiftly wrapped both dicks together snugly, dragging them into her hungry mouth to continue the deed. Spike released a pleased groan, tongue lolling while Rarity force-fed the whole of his girth between her jaws, twisting and turning her head at every other down-stroke. Wisps of fire flickered through each breath, thin streams of smoke rose up from his nostrils, and his throat became alive with feral grumbles while the sensations intensified exponentially.

Soon, Rarity felt his grip on her mane tighten dramatically, and she knew he was about to teeter over the edge. Swiftly, she slammed her muzzle down around his meat, eyes shut tightly to hold back the urge to gag. Almost instantly, Spike bellowed the strength of his orgasm, holding the back of her head against his pelvis with both claws. A large ball of fire filled the immediate open air above him as his first spurt of cum splattered against the back of her throat.

Rarity winced in her struggle to keep up with the rate of his climax, forcing down pump after immense pump of dragonic seed while his spears throbbed firmly against her tongue. After about the third or fourth shot of cum, she pushed herself out of his grasp for fear of choking, giving a few hard coughs while hot spunk continued to douse her flesh. When she caught her breath again, Rarity smiled slightly while swallowing the remnants of his earthy essence in her mouth.

His throbbing climax slowed to a stop, leaving the drake with glazed eyes while his head swam in the aftermath, a dumb grin hung across his face with his tongue lazing out to the side. Rarity hid her snicker behind a paw. “Enjoying yourself, Darling?” she asked. For the moment, some of her inclination to cleanliness showed through as she began to wipe off strings of cum where she could find them, depositing them onto her tongue when required.

“Yeah…” Spike vocalized slowly, dark wisps of smoke still leaking from his nose. When intelligent thoughts began to fill his mind once more, his attention was returned to his love. Instances where she tried to clean herself in between sex made him laugh a little on the inside. She had to know she was only going to get dirtier.

Rarity spent a moment to fill her palette with the delights of another gem while her attention was away from the dragon beside her. Without warning, or even the usual few moments between, Spike pinned her against her back with animalistic dominance, his dual phallus eagerly rubbing against her mounds, all ready for more. A blush formed across her cheeks as Spike sunk both their maws into another kiss, tongues wrestling in fiery passion.

Without need for guidance, Spike lifted his hindquarters up off of her momentarily, before slowly pushing his girths into the folds of her labia. Rarity gasped slightly as he began to enter her, his armaments filling every possible corner of her caves with soft, delicate flesh. To her subtle surprise, she soon found his pelvis meet hers without fanfare, and Rarity immediately gave all the praise she could muster to Celestia, Luna, Twilight, and whoever the ruler of dragons might be. His throbbing girths filled her so completely, she could swear that they were hoof-made for each other.

Spike found the depths of her channels to be pleasantly tight. Gently squeezing against him without stretching her walls too far. It certainly felt like a match made by the stars, and he could probably just sit there and enjoy the fit all night. But orgasms did not reach their peak by themselves, prompting Spike to slowly begin to rise up from her snatch.

Loud, debauched noises announced the drake’s exit, and the ivory dragoness mentally whimpered at the sudden feeling of no longer being whole without him. Such concerns were dashed away from her mind when she felt the dragon suddenly and swiftly thrust back into her. A muffled moan escaped into his muzzle, along with the audible clap of his pelvis rammed against her own. Then, slowly, he exited her depths once more, only to thrust right back into them.

The motions slowly rolled into one another, while the lovers continuously alternated from deep kisses to licks and nips. Rarity’s moans and whines silently broke the nothingness in the air around them, paired with squelches and thaps of juices and flesh. When the thrusts finally lost their moments of pause and the exotic pleasure flowed uniformly, Rarity grasped tightly against her lover. Toned, rippling thighs locked her in place around his lower barrel. While long, slender arms clawed at the scales covering his shoulders and spine. Earning her deep growls and groans to vibrate from his chest her hers.

Coherent thought soon became a thing of the past, and a general sense of time was replaced by the immediate moment. Unbridled love and sheer lust mix in and out of each other’s minds while pure ecstasy wracked their bodies. The intoxicating sounds of their genitals mashing paired with the feeling of their bodies constantly meeting the only indication that let them know that they were keeping a solid rhythm. An unknown amount of time passed before panting, moaning, and growling from both parties began to increase in intensity. For a singular, short moment, Spike paused to adjust himself for better leverage. Before Rarity could even think about catching her breath, the thrusting resumed with greater pace and power than before. The amount of pleasure flooding her senses kept her breath short and uneven, yet her gasps and moans both deep and long. Her tail becoming uncomfortable once more without something to wrap around, she began to ensnare Spike’s prehensile appendage with her own, slowly coiling tightly together as they both began to near their next climax.

Spike’s paced picked up once again when Rarity began to vocalize her impending release through louder moans and increased mewls. Barely even able to hold a solid rhythm anymore, Rarity gripped at a fold of flesh on his back while biting and licking his neck. Spike’s groans and panting increased as well, and each began to kiss the other’s neck with small puffs of fire.

When their tails finally finished winding together, both arched their backs hard and threw their heads back into a bellow of roaring fire simultaneously. Singing their shared orgasm in an ancient practice.

The intensity of the first wave of pleasure slowly released them from forcing out blazing screams, allowing the two to share in the glow of delicious victory. Rarity quickly became aware of the strong pulses from deep within, filling her full of dragonic seed. Gasps and low moans escaping with every hard throb of his cocks.

Spike, himself, could feel the strength of his love’s caverns ripple as her walls tightly massaged every last drop of cum from his shafts. A long growl echoing in his throat which followed the rhythm of her clamping muscles. Feeling it the most in the spines of his flared cap.

When the unadulterated bliss of their experience finally gave way to rational thought, the two laid against each other in a panting mess. Trying their best to steady their breathing. “Sweet Celestia!” Rarity panted when she could finally speak. “That was incredible…!”

Spike chuckled slightly. “Because normal sex... is just so boring and drab.” he remarked.

Rarity offered a sheepish grin. “That’s not what I meant, Darling. It’s just… different.”

Spike smirked and they shared in another passionate kiss. When their muzzles parted, Spike steered the conversation in another way. “You know what would be really different?”

“What’s tha-wo-oah~!” Rarity almost shrieked as Spike suddenly rolled them both onto his back. Slightly confused, Rarity turned a blushed, half-hearted frown towards her lover. “Warn me when you do things like that!” The drake just laughed slightly, allowing Rarity to sit upright on the dragon’s girth. “What’s so different about this?” she asked indignantly.

“Try getting up.” Spike teased.

Still slightly confused, Rarity did as instructed and slowly lifted herself from his rods, the smallest of whimpers escaping under her breath as she felt him slowly exit her. Mixed dragon cum slowly seeped from her holes and down around his double-cock. It wasn’t until she gave a gasp at him finally exiting her when she realized his point, and instantly shot him a dirty look. “Oh, bucking you is going to be so much more fun tonight, Darling.” Rarity commented in a sultry tone, her manners forsaken by her excitement.

Before too much of their love juices could leak out and create a bigger mess on the sheets below, Rarity impaled herself on his meat again, a low groan resounding in her throat from the sensitivity of their latest orgasm. She could already feel slight tingles in her nethers while she leaned forward to firmly plant her claws against his chest. Slight gasps escaped them both as Rarity began to slowly work herself into the motions, tails unwinding to express their freedom.

Monday morning found the two in a lethargic heap on the floor in the middle of their bedroom, snoring their content to the rays of the morning sun as its glow slowly filled the open air. Rarity was the first to wake, the distinct flavor of grainy gems and hard apple cider - along with other fluids of acquired taste - staining her mouth. Lazily looking around the room, Rarity found the space seeming to be laying in the wake of a sex tornado. Puddles of dried cum sat about the floor, the bed itself now mottled in color. Many things that were once on available counter space now lay on the floor carelessly. And a couple spots on the walls were covered in soot from having a ball of fire come too close to the surface. Glancing around herself, Rarity’s fur was matted and ruffled, but mostly okay. That’s when she realized that she was a pony again. She laid back against her love, who was curled back in a semi-circle like a cat to comfortably serve as a makeshift bed for her.

A warm smile lightly stretched her muzzle, and her horn lit with sky-blue aura. Her magic opened up the drawer of her nightstand and floated a sleek black case out towards her. The case gently flipped open to reveal several pieces of tubing that looked to screw together, along with a set of ten unfiltered cigarettes. A lighter nestled into its own spot in the organized construction. Three pieces of tubing lifted out and screwed together into an elegant amber and brass quellazaire, the brass sanded so that it sparkled in the open light. A cigarette was fitted into the end and lit, allowing Rarity to take a long drag before releasing a thin stream of smoke from her lungs.

Normally, Rarity only smoked on special occasions, such as a cocktail party, or at the theatre. Social occasions which she tended to only frequent no more than once every week or two. But this morning was enough of a special event to warrant its use once more, giving her afterglow a robust undertone.

The scent of tobacco smoke permeated the drake’s nostrils, prompting his eyes to slowly open. He looked up in time to see Rarity take a deep drag before pushing out another long, slender stream. A sinuous line of smoke trailing off the end of the smolder. Spike took his own deep breath, his core instantly warming with fire. His exhale shot out two streams of black smoke through his nose, alerting his love that he was conscious once more. “Morning, Rares.” he greeted quietly.

“Good morning, Darling.” Rarity replied under her breath. The two nuzzled noses for a moment before Rarity laid back once more. Neither willing to move, as both were tired and aching from their romp. Despite both being very well rested.

“How are you feeling?” Spike asked after a few moments of silence.

Rarity took a moment to release another drag of smoke before giving her answer. “Like I might never have sex again.” she joked. This earned a good couple of laughs from her love. She then held the quellazaire out towards Spike as an offer. “Perique?” she asked, rolling the ‘r’ with her tongue to make the blend sound exotic and enticing.

Spike internally questioned it for a moment before deciding to indulge with her. “Just one.” her commented while taking the cigarette into his claws. A deep drag was pulled into his mouth, before a quick breath bussed the smoke to his lungs, and then pushed it out with a mixture of sooty black smoke. A couple of short coughs escaped him while he gave it back to Rarity, but did enjoy the bold, fruity flavor. “Not bad.” he commented.

“You think anypony heard us?” Rarity asked. As soon as the thought occurred to her, a light blush peppered her cheeks.

Spike chuckled at the absurdity of the notion. “Rares, not only am I certain that other ponies heard us, but I’d be willing to bet the princesses are sharing a smoke, too!”

Rarity gave him a sheepish grin pared with a cherry blush. “The, uhm… sex was that good, huh?”

Spike nodded lazily. “It was that good…” Rarity looked away slightly, and Spike took a moment to raise his muzzle up to her. When she turned to face him, he eagerly planted a peck on her lips. “But I think I like you better as a pony.”

“Good, “Rarity began with a giggle. “because that was a one-time thing. Fun as it was, being a different race for a day is… a little unsettling.” That said, she almost couldn’t believe that she’d eaten gems. She almost wondered if such a flavor would ever leave her mind now. But thoughts of possible future temptations were whisked away when Spike shifted slightly to get comfortable, and Rarity felt something hot, sticky, and twitching press firmly against her flank. A nearly uninviting shiver ran up her spine. “Oh, you’ve got to be kidding me! More!?” she gasped in astonishment and near-horror. Spike bellowed his laughter while Rarity gave him a stern glare. “You can wait until we’re both in the shower, young drake! And you can bet that I will expect nothing short of perfection from your cleaning routine once that’s done!” Spike merely continued to laugh, causing Rarity to groan is slight defeat before taking another hit from her cigarette. This one being long and deep. “And stallions say mares are hard to satisfy. Obviously, they’ve never tried to sate a dragon’s thirst.” she mumbled.

“Love you too, Rares.” Spike commented playfully.

Author's Note

A fun tale of Spike and Rarity's fifth anniversary together! X3

Certainly not my best work on the clop, but you're going to have to accept it, because I haven't written mature works in a long time. So, I'm a bit rusty. My skills will improve, though. ^-^

A big shout out to my pre-reader Gold4tune, a fellow mature mature works writer whom I also pre-read for. He's way better at it than I am ( for now... >:3 ) so if you want really awesome stuff, go check out his stories!

Thanks for reading, and as always, enjoy!