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                        Piano Flirt                        
                     -by Art Inspired-                     
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                        Piano Flirt                        
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Piano Flirt
Piano Flirt
His claws whisked past the keys and triggered the right ones, which caused music to play peacefully in the background. Had Twilight stayed in the room instead of leaving while Spike’s back was turned, he probably would’ve been the center of her attention. His playing style wasn’t that good, but it certainly wasn’t bad either. After all, Spike knew how to play well enough. He just didn’t in front of a crowd, or even a single individual for that matter. He did so in the past, sure, but he preferred playing something requested by his friends if he had to play anything at all. He couldn’t let somepony like Pinkie Pie down when she needed his help, but he behaved more secludedly about it when he could, the way Fluttershy used to act whenever it came to her wondrous singing.
Still, she’d gotten over that a good couple years ago, and despite performing on stage, live, and in front of thousands years down the road, nopony saw it coming even a day before the show. Nopony except her closest friends, that is. So, for him to still be at novice level with his piano skills occasionally brought him down, because he knew that by this point in time, he might’ve been given a job special as her personal pianist, had he offered. However, today was different. Today, Spike woke up confident that his training was going to pay off. He wasn’t at all sure why he was so ambitious to play. He just had this unexplainable craving slowly building up in his chest.
Twilight had just ran out to take care of some errands, which was supposed to leave him the whole house to enjoy all to himself, and along with solitude usually came perfection for the dragon. It showed in the tone, and timing, too. What song he played didn’t matter very much. The only thing that was important to him was the beautiful sound he heard himself play. Not a key fell out of place, and even if one had, it’d sound on purpose, and flowed with the song masterfully. He was so in tune with his practice that he hadn’t even heard the door open behind him. Even after it closed, and Twilight walked right on in, he absently continued to play on as if nothing was happening.
“Ahem!” Twilight faked her cough, acting as though she was clearing her throat.
Spike gasped, surprised that she’d come back so early. “Twilight? What’re you doing here? How much did you hear...?”
She walked by him and into the kitchen while saying, “Enough to tell that you’re improving… but, I’ve never heard that kind of playing from you. Why don’t you perform that way when somepony like Rarity’s in the room watching, and you know they’re there?”
Spike shook his head while whisking his fingers across a few keys before saying, “Well, you tell me to leave you be while you perform alicorn magic...”
“That’s because it’s dangerous,” Twilight countered.
“Well,” Spike began, “I happen to know that if you don’t have complete privacy, you can’t concentrate.”
“So?” Twilight questioned with raised eyebrows.
Shrugging his shoulders, Spike said, “I just so happen to play music better alone than in front of a crowd.”
Sighing, the mare simply shook her head while pulling out a scroll she’d gotten in the mail. “Ever since Princess Celestia stopped sending mail through you, we’ve been late on almost every occasion… I hope I’m not too late reading this.”
Spike turned around to pay attention, and to say, “Ah, that’s why you came home early. I was wondering about that, because I believe I remember you saying you’d be gone nearly all day. Also, the princess did what she did because as I grew up, the distance from my belly to my mouth increases.” He pointed from his chest to his bottom lip. “You don’t want another scroll getting stuck again, do you?”
Twilight looked away, annoyed he still chose to hold that over her head. Even after Princess Celestia told her about the possibility, she insisted on continuing to use Spike as a mail delivery service instead of the regular way everypony else did it. “I mean,” she began. “... See, if we limited the usage to emergencies only-”
“But that’s the thing, Twilight!” Spike stammered after interrupting her. “Look, the less we use that special ability of mine, the less likely you’ll even be able to send the ribbon that comes with the scroll. By now, you can’t even send it blank.”
“I know, I know,” Twilight repeated. “I just wish we still had that fast, easy mail service I enjoyed so much.”
Under his breath, shortly after Twilight momentarily left the room again to get something to eat, Spike whispered, “Says you. I certainly can’t say the same for myself…”
Once she came back, he‘d raise his eyebrow at the sight of her holding the open letter. “Apparently, Celestia needs to see my research on all this new magic, and requests that I head on up and spend the night there. By morning, I’ll be transported back home.”
Spike blinked. “Cool, a whole day in Canterlot. Maybe I’ll finally get to try hitting up that legendary dragon store I’ve always been so curious about.”
Twilight giggled, “I’ve heard that’s just a souvenir shop!”
Crossing his arms, Spike assured her it was not a tourist’s attraction used to idle around in. “Actually, it’s the only store where someone like me can possibly hope to get claw cleaning supplies and inner eyelid drops at an affordable price.”
Twilight snickered, “Well, I hate to disappoint you, but you’re not going.”
This caught him off guard. The moment this bit of news struck his ears, his claws inadvertently pressed down on the keyboard, and hard. “Awe…” He allowed the sound to stop. “Why not?”
“One, it takes up too much magic to teleport two living, breathing beings. Two, I don’t want you wandering about Canterlot while I’m meddling with the forces of maximum destruction. In the blink of an eye, the whole town could be gone. If that happens, I want you as far away from us as possible.”
This made Spike turn his head towards the overly protective alicorn in a way that at the very least made her realize how silly that actually sounded. “You’re going to blow up the city?”
All Twilight could do to brush the awkwardness away was chuckle as though she was being intentionally irritating. “Finally, number three being the fact that I’ll only be there for a day. Not a week, and in that case, it’d still not be safe for you or anypony else that I know personally to come! So long as I’m tampering with magic like this along with Princess Celestia herself, I won’t feel safe practicing this stuff at all… anywhere!”
Spike nodded his head as he retreated to practicing his notes yet again. “Well, don’t let me hold you up anymore than I already have then.”
Twilight smiled. “I’ll see about getting you those dragon care items you wanted once I’m finished with the princess, and all this silly, new magic training.”
With that, she turned towards the stairs and headed up to start getting her things packed. Only a few minutes would pass the dragon by before she’d return ready for the travel. Her luggage came floating down behind her, wrapped around snuggly in her signature, lavender aura.
She decided it’d be more formal to show up in her new mage’s outfit complete with a few spell scrolls dangling loosely by the rope that bound them to her fabric sides. One in particular was cut loose, and as it hovered in front of her all by itself, she turned her gaze towards Spike quickly with a deep, purple light shimmering upon her pleased looking face.
“Take care of the house while I’m gone. Oh, and if I come home to find my imported Manehatten brandy case opened, or even touched, I’ll know.” She pointed a hoof in his direction while the rest of her body faded. The second she was completely gone, the loose piece of paper that floated in the air descended downwards, swaying constantly. It eventually landed where Twilight had previously stood. All that remained was a thin strand of smoke sticking to the floorboards and the blank piece of paper she’d used up, void of words.
He briskly played a harmonic tone starting from the lowest keys to the top, and then held that last note for what seemed like well over a good minute. Right in between, he said, “Thank Celestia she forgot to dismiss this magically conjured up piano!”
Spike resumed his song from where he left off. He didn’t even need to try twice to get the order right the way he used to in the past. It was always with this particularly tricky piece he chose to play that day, but thanks to nothing but the soothing sound of ringing strings engulfing the room, he repeated the set of notes exactly four times before doing precisely as the sheet instructed him to do. However, he needn’t even look at the directions. By now, the song he had been working on was memorized fully, and if he had to, Spike might’ve been able to play in front of an open audience. Though, whether or not he’d sound like he did without thousands of eyes staring at him was a different story altogether.
In every song, whether it was played by the very pony that wrote it or somepony learning it, there seemed to always be at least one particular spot where the pianist would usually mess up. It takes a lot of work, and even more practice to get what he or she played perfectly. Even with that effort, they could still end up unsuccessful in the end, all because of a difficult section. For Spike, he nailed even the most challenging of notes.
He continued practicing, blissfully unaware of the pony listening to him outside of the window. While passing through, Rarity stopped in front of the library, hearing the melodious tunes flowing through the building. She poked her muzzle against the crack to see Spike glancing over the keys and playing beautifully. She wondered if it’d be alright to interrupt. Surely, Twilight couldn’t possibly focus with that harmonious music going on downstairs, so maybe she was available after all.
She trotted up to the entrance only to hoof at the door handle for a moment, but quickly walked in once she heard a loud, deep key being struck. That was enough to persuade herself Twilight had to be home and wouldn’t mind her coming by for a friendly visit in the least bit. “Oh, Spike?” Rarity voiced after silently closing the door behind her. He didn’t respond.
To the mare, Spike playing the piano was a rare opportunity, and she’d only really seen him do so once in her whole life, now that she thought about it. Not to mention, her free time could easily take up the remainder of her entire day, and that tib bit of information only added to the temptation of simply standing around quietly, enjoying the music. As creepy as it might’ve been, his playing was mesmerizing, and besides, he didn’t seem to even notice her presence. Spike’s eyes were glued to the keys in an amazingly focused way, and Rarity could even tell, the parts thrown in were both on purpose and original. Once he finished, she couldn’t stop herself from applauding.
Spike gasped before he reeled around, shocked at who had come in. She stopped clapping her hooves on the floorboards after he brought himself to ask aloud, “Rarity?”
“A touch of your personal creativeness, Spike?” All he could do was sit there, unable to think of anything to say. “I mean, don’t mind me, I’m just here to see Twilight, I guess… but, your music caught my attention, you see, despite me being outside. Where is Twilight?”
Spike was still coming to terms with the fact that Rarity had walked in on him right when he was at his best. At any other time, like while he played for others, she’d yawn it off and head upstairs after Twilight, not really seeming to care he was in the room at all. “... I was, uh, that good?” he managed to ask.
“Indeed!” Rarity came closer while she spoke. “You were playing wonderfully! I haven’t heard you play like that since… In fact, I don’t think I’ve ever heard you play like that. Where’d it come from?”
Spike grumbled, “The silence around me helps…”
“Oh...” Rarity sat on the chair beside him, her shoulder pushing on Spike’s a bit. “So… you just don’t play well for others?”
Spike sighed. He didn’t mind Rarity’s company much; in fact, he enjoyed it almost as much as he did playing the piano. However, there were times when he didn’t want to be disturbed by others while playing. Even Rarity.
“Since you’re really here to see Twilight, and… not me... she’s not here,” Spike said honestly. “She’s at Canterlot, but only for the night, though.”
“Oh, shoot,” Rarity fussed. “I was planning on snatching her up for the royal outfitting. I still need her latest measurements.”
Spike glanced at her. “Rarity, her measurements never change.”
“What does this key do?” Rarity asked, dodging his statement.
With a raised eyebrow, Spike allowed her the pleasure of changing the subject freely. “Press it,” he said with a gesture of his claw.
Rarity looked at it, her hoof hovering over the surface. She slowly pressed down on it along with several other keys she didn’t mean to even touch, really. She looked at Spike and giggled.
“It doesn’t really sound like your song, does it?” she asked, fixing her mane.
The dragon chuckled, and then showed her the music sheet sitting in front of the open top. “This might be a little too difficult for beginners. Ever read music?”
Rarity shook her head. “Sorry, Spike, but I’m not really used to playing an instrument.”
Spike rubbed his chin, and then flipped the pages back a few to the beginning. “Never too late to learn.” In his mind, however, he considered this a meaningful chance at gaining more time with Rarity. If nothing else, more so as a mere friend. It was better than nothing to him after all.
“So, I’ll be taking lessons from you?” Rarity asked.
“I’ll try my best, yes,” Spike said.
“But, you’re so advanced!” Rarity whined. “How am I supposed to be as talented as you?”
“It’ll take some practice, but I know that you can do it.”
“Well, if you believe I can, then okay. Just, you know, take it easy on me, please?”
Spike looked at Rarity, who smiled back. He shook the look off, and focused on the task laid out before them. “Err… I have nothing better to do, so there’s plenty of time for you to learn. I bet that, with time, you’d turn out to be a really good pianist.”
He planned to start at the very beginning, but Rarity protested. “I don’t know about you, but I’d just rather skip lesson one all together, and hurry up to the next part. Lesson one seems so boring to me, while later on, we get onto more upbeat things, don’t we?” She flipped the page by grabbing his claw and making him turn it while at the same time, she also looked at him with a toothy smile.
Spike blushed and looked at her warily. Rarity’s cute, blinking eyes confused him. He wasn’t sure if she was being innocent with her expressions or out right flirtatious.
“Well, if you insist... we can skip a few pages,” he said, skimming over the book. “This one teaches you a song.” He spent the next several minutes trying to explain each note to Rarity, but eventually, she gave up.
“Oh, Spike… Why don’t you show me?” she asked after failing the song for the fourth time in a row.
“Well…” Slowly, he stood up from the seat with a sigh. Rarity noticed his claws pass over her hooves to grab them and guide her over to the right places. Spike repeated this at least five times while lifting, and then lowering Rarity’s hooves accordingly. Then, upon the next part where things got a little harder, he let go while Rarity played on.
“I’m doing it!” she said enthusiastically. However, when he sat back down next to her, she lost track with her forelegs going still, and a look of confusion clearly visible on her muzzle. “How’d it go again?”
Spike picked up where she left off, but at a different pitch, and with a few select original notes strung in. For a few beats, his partner simply sat and watched, but then, she smiled, and found her place. The moment she chimed in was perfect, and made the song sound much better.
She played for a few seconds with him, longer than what most beginners last, but of course, Rarity had to stop. The music fell apart without an ending, but rather, with the sounds of giggling for the finale. “I’m sorry, Spike,” Rarity voiced openly. “I couldn’t follow.”
“I thought you were doing great,” he replied while pointing to the notes. “Here’s where you came in. See how you played? Almost with the sheet music, too.”
Rarity smirked. “So, with practice, you think we could make beautiful music together someday?”
Spike resumed looking at the book, unaware of what she’d really said. “I don’t even think we need much practice. You’re actually pretty good, so an hour’s worth of getting situated should be enough to allow us to…” He slowed his speech as his eyes fell upon Rarity’s once again, who happened to be biting her bottom lip. “H-have a blast…”
“You think so…?”
The question by itself made Spike gulp. He then promptly turned his head around with unsure thoughts coursing through his mind. She could be messing with him, or outright inviting him to take her and have his way, at last. She’d done this sort of thing before with him, like whenever she and him were all alone, and he would usually, certainly pick up on it, but never acted on the chance. Maybe this time, fortune would smile his way, and he’d obtain the courage to jump at the opportunity.
He looked back with his mouth agape, feeling a little jittery. Though that was nothing compared to the surprise he got once Rarity giggled, and for some reason started leaning closer to his side.
“Um, Rarity, wh-… What’re you doing?” he asked.
“Oh, I just wanted to get a better look at my teacher,” she answered sincerely while pointing to his claws and where they were positioned. “I can’t do a good job if I can’t get a good look at what I’ll be trying to work with, now can I?”
Spike gulped with his face flushing red, knowing good and well Rarity wasn’t looking at his claws at all, but far more south than she needed to. Even as his mind chanted for him to stop, his body kept leaning away from Rarity as she continued to scoot ever closer to him. The side of his face even tickled a little with a single bead of sweat slithering down his brow. Rarity’s eyes lowered once she pressed her cheek against his shoulder, still looking down, invading his personal space with little regard for his current concerns of this act.
“So, are you going to teach me, Spike?” Rarity asked while glancing up at his crimson face.
He heaved hastily while at the same time standing from the seat, overwhelmed by her charm. “Well, would you look at that! It’s already five! I think we should take a breather.” Spike politely pushed Rarity’s hoof off of his tail and to the side. In reaction, the unicorn poke her lips out in disappointment. “B-but Spike,” Rarity whined, pointing her other hoof towards his direction while she held her frame up from the opposite end of the seat. “We’re only just getting started!”
“I know, R-Rarity, but it’s good for us to take a break e-every once in a while.” It wasn’t much to work with, but he had to get out of there to think clearly about this. “Feel free to get some water, if you want.”
The last thing Spike heard before retreating momentarily was the swift, though gentle hum of keys being pressed down by a pair of white hooves. The sink’s faucet turned on with a glass underneath it, catching the water that spilled out. Spike watched his reflection in the glass, and gave another look out and into the lobby. He could see Rarity’s shadow, but it stayed still. It wasn’t until after he took a sip that the figure stirred.
Her patterns indicated boredom, and the glance over to the hall only made it seem that much more possible that she was more interested in Spike rather than the instrumental talents he had to offer. If the mare was truthfully into learning how to play the piano, she’d be continuing without him, but instead, she simply remained sitting in there, waiting for her real interest to return.
With a couple of minutes thrown out the window, and his nerves calmed down enough so that he could walk correctly again, Spike contemplated the alternative. Would he do what he’d done so many different times before, and run away up stairs or someplace else only to leave his mistress high and dry, and all because of unsteady nerves? Or, would he give in and finally fool around for a bit? Further more, and he realized this too when looking over at the front door, what were the consequences?
Twilight wouldn’t be home until tomorrow, and by then, the two would’ve undoubtedly had their fun. Rarity would’ve left, and Spike was perfectly capable of cleaning up any messes they might’ve made in that brief period of time. Still, if this isn’t what it appeared to be, which would be a long shot… Well, his plan was simple, to say the least. He would tag along this time, and see where letting her get close to him brings the two. Hopefully, his gut instinct wasn’t wrong this time around.
“I’m back,” he said cautiously, as though he’d be attacked upon entrance. Instead, he came up to a kind smile, and a right hoof gesturing for him to sit beside her. At first, his tail curled up to Rarity’s side to block them like it had been doing before, and all on its own. This time, though, Spike knew he needed to get that thing out of the way. So, he moved it to the other side, allowing Rarity a much better chance at scooting on up if she really wanted to.
With little surprise, she inched closer until finally near enough to make Spike shiver for a bit, but after he gulped his fear away, he casually resumed the lesson. “See, uh, it’s like this…”
“I’ve never really done this sort of thing before,” Rarity confessed. Spike just stared at her, bewildered by the statement. “Had lessons on how to play an instrument.”
“Oh,” he sighed. “I thought you meant…” he was about to say, “flirt,” but thought better of it.
“Sure, I’ve had my chances,” Rarity said, saving the conversation from awkwardness. “Never really found it interesting.”
Spike suggested, “Maybe you’re still not really into it. Like, maybe there’s something else about it that catches your attention.”
Rarity smirked at him, and said, “Yes… You might be right. Tell me, what do you think that mysterious thing might be, my Spikey-Wikey?”
As she leaned his way, her hoof slid on the keys, eventually coming up to her teacher’s claw. With them finally meeting halfway, Spike had to confess, “I don’t know, I’m not sure… You tell me, is it the piano you like, or…”
He wanted to finish his sentence himself, but anxiousness prevented him from getting much of anything else out. So, Rarity finished for him. “... You?”
The word played tricks in his ears, like she’d said some other word that might possibly rhyme. Though he heard her loud and clear, he still remained unsure whether this was really happening. Never before had her muzzle been so close to his, to where that they nearly kissed.
“We should get back to the lesson,” Spike mumbled, his head leering over the sheeted music, and away from Rarity’s mouth.
“Oh, can’t you take a hint?!” Rarity spoke up. With Spike’s startled face looking over at her displeased sneer, his jaw dropped for a second time. “I mean, Spike, please… Don’t ruin the moment again.”
The shaking of her head told him everything he needed to hear, but the words added effect all the same. If this wasn’t screaming in his face, that he had free-reign on what they did that evening, then nothing would get through to him no matter what the circumstances might’ve been. He huffed slowly with a short, spontaneous shiver, and rose to the floor. Rarity knew then and there, she’d finally reached him, and all she had to do was flirt until nothing else would possibly work. The only question that loomed in her head by that point was whether he’d take her upstairs for some bedroom recreation, or have her on the sofa? The answer surprised her a bit.
"Okay," he said after a moment’s pause. “What’s first? I could try and… prepare you?”
Rarity smiled at his offer, but simply said, “No, you should be treated first. That way, there will be enough time for you to get hard for me again when round two comes.” Thus, he stood there, staring at her, still confused and scared to make the next move without guidance, but there was nopony to hold his claw through this. Rarity basically expected to see, at the very least, a shred of independence from him when it came to sexual endeavors. “Well?” Rarity asked blankly.
Suddenly motioning away from the seat, his arms wrapped around the mare's waist, and as gentle as he was rough, he positioned her to the floor. In the midst of his speedy actions, he purposefully knocked over the cushioned bench they’d been sitting on. Before whooping out his goodies for her, though, Spike had to make sure she didn’t wish to go first. “You’re positive?”
Reacting a bit crudely, but efficiently, Rarity warned, “If you don’t get that prick of yours out soon…”
“Okay, okay,” Spike chanted with a whisper. The thing was, he’d never allowed any other to gaze upon his length, mainly because it was always hidden by his belly scales; the paler ones that reach all the way up to his neck and down to the tip of his tail. Rarity might’ve gotten an earlier look, too, had it not been for his unique ability to simply ‘put it away’ whenever it was necessary. So, this was a bit of a big deal for him. As the summit poked its head out, he voiced, “I hope it’s, uh… t-to your liking.”
Like all dragon phalluses, his had a knot at the end of the base, but there was not a matching pair like ponylore occasionally led so many on to believe. Even by then, many still thought dragons had two instead of just one, like most creatures had. However, this simply wasn’t true. It was also one of the reasons Spike feared Rarity seeing it. What if she ended up being overall displeased with this bit of information.
Before she continued, she had to ask, “Here?” While letting him give her a concerned look, she corrected herself. “I mean, don’t get me wrong; love the creativity, but the bed would be softer, don’t you think?”
Spike gulped, knowing good and well he had to keep control of the situation. “It’d be more interesting on the piano, though, you gotta a-admit.” Despite keeping his cool except for stuttering on that last word, Rarity picked up on it nevertheless.
“Spike, this is your first time, isn’t it?”
That was a sore subject on his end, but he nodded. He knew the question really didn’t needed to be asked. She was actually simply reminding him of that small fact. “I know you think my ‘first time’ should be somewhere, like, in a bed, but this’ll be a more fun. Trust me.”
The unicorn was happy to see him able to retain his maturity, but frowned after unsheathing the weapon he’d hid from her all these years. “Well, that’s disappointing.”
“Wha- Hey!”
“No,” Rarity said quickly, a smirk crossing her lips. “I mean, I expected a set, not just one. Don’t dragons…?”
Spike shook his head. “That’s just a rumor… No, I only have one… Hope it’s enough.”
Rarity pressed her hoof against the bottom of the knot before assuring him, “Oh, I think it’ll be more than enough.”
Slowly, though still a little fast for him, she opened up wide while keeping a good grip on the base with her free hoof. As for the other, she had it holding her up by the floor, maintaining an appropriate balance and leverage. She didn’t simply gobble the veiny thing down, though, despite how tempting that might’ve been at the time. Instead, like a lady, she smoothed it out, making sure that before she took any of her meal in, that it’d go down without any trouble. After all, this was her dragon’s first. She hoped it’d be one of his best, too.
He clenched up a little as he sensed his tip enter, and then unwillingly retreat. The more she bobbed her head on his hilt, the more his face flushed. Rarity liked seeing him look this way, too. Loopy-eyed and lost in the sort of pleasure only she could grant him. She considered that a real treat, so she picked up the pace, but only slightly to get him thrusting for her. Soon, his left claw grabbed her head, only to raise itself back up and hold onto his waist.
It was still taking Spike a long time just to get fully hard. Even though he and Rarity pretty much knew this could’ve happened due to several books read on the subject, it still amazed them both that Spike could last so long, and on his very first blowjob, too. Rarity decided to pop her sloppy tongue off the tip for a bit to ask, “Does it…” She wiped some drool away before repeating, “Does it normally take you this long, just to get hard? Like, when you masturbate?”
Spike looked to the ceiling, wishing it didn’t have to be so difficult for him to answer that. “... Well, yeah. Occasionally, I’ll just give up, but sometimes, I still wanna keep going even after stopping. You know?”
She nodded before taking a swift, keen lick starting from the shaft and ending at the top. “That sucks, but we have plenty of time.” Before resuming, she stood momentarily to magically lift him up and onto the piano so she might have a better angle. Finally hoisted up so she could work more professionally, Rarity eyed the pianist, her bottom lip being bitten yet again. “Beautiful…”
Spike retorted, “Mmh, I’d rather us switch places…”
Ignoring that, Rarity hungrily hurried along by breezing up to his muzzle for a second, only to plant a wet one on him. With her head drifting over his upper frame, having ended the kiss all too soon in his opinion, she made extra sure to tickle his chest with a few tender, wet pecks here and there. It was almost enough to make him let out an unmeant squeal of excitement, but he held it back, and resiliently watched. The closer she got to his thickness, the more he wished to simply close his hazy eyes and enjoy the experience rather than actually watch the action.
However, Rarity had a surprise for him. His eyes shot open, and wide at the sudden, intense sensation of her radically slurping his shaft down her throat, and then out again, but with a much more relaxed attitude. Before, she almost seemed eager with that first, potent take. Spike only hoped that he possessed the strength to keep up his end of the activity. She contained full confidence in him, sure he could implement his dragon will. Still, for her, to witness him lose control and primarily douse her along with some of the floor, too, would without a doubt prove to be quite the show.
“Say?” she questioned. “How long can you last?”
His face showed obvious signs of lust and pleasure washing over him. With every stimulating jerk her hoof gave to keep him from closing his eyes came a small, welcomed grunt. “Ah, I d-don’t know, Rarity...”
“Well, surely,” she said before taking the time to polish the tip again with just her tongue, “I could get you off pretty soon. However, if you last…”
“Don’t care,” Spike said. With the mare below Spike offering her attention to him, he sniffled a bit, a few green flames escaping the sides of his nostrils and upper lip. “Just… please, don’t stop.”
The reaction she gave after that wasn’t hospitable, though that could’ve been because of the fact that Rarity was merely trying to lighten the mood with a sexual game. It was a compliment to her all in the same, though; him pleading for her to continue. She giggled at his unfortunate predicament, and thought it’d be a better act to go along with what he wanted. That’s why Rarity was so laid back in the first place, because this was mostly for Spike anyways.
“If I’m that irresistible, then I guess I have no choice,” she said placidly. Shrugging at him with a smile, she moved a few loose strands of her mane out of her face’s way to get a good aim. Using both hooves to turn it horizontally, she licked her chops one last time before practically breathing in every inch, or at least as much as she could. Then, as swift as she was casual, the mare yanked back, and this time before taking all of him in again, she made sure to tilt her head off to the side so that her horn would’ve be in the way anymore.
“Must’ve been the only thing keeping you from getting all of it in,” Spike said with a grin. After her hoof motioned some more of her mane out of her line of sight, Rarity resumed her work, making sure to lather up every morsel of him. Once play time was over, she popped her lips on the summit, and even got to taste some pre-cum that was slowly but surely seeping out of the end. At the same time, she noticed Spike’s head leaning back and into the open piano. “Don’t let yourself get stuck in there,” she teased for only a minute, and then quickly got back to it.
Spike’s loose claw eventually wandered back up and into the air again, only to rest itself on the unicorn’s head so that his thumb curled around her horn nicely. Rarity wasn’t phased by this at all, though. If anything, with those closed eyes, Spike guessed she was all too happy with her meal to mind his claw guiding which way his rod submerged. Unfortunately, him still being new to this prevented him from thinking much about experimenting. So, Rarity did most of the driving while he simply enjoyed this part of their afternoon.
Rarity would cut it short, though. With an overwhelming slurp at the base, her forcing his knot into her swelling cheeks, to where that she might as well have been trying to swallow the thing whole, Spike lost it. Luckily, he had a chance to huff out, “G-gonna cum! R-Rarity!”
Hearing this, instead of pulling out like he attempted to make her do so at first, she persisted on taking his load, and that’s exactly what she did, too. The sheer sight of her soft cheeks puffing up, and then deflating once gulp after gulp was sustained could only be describes as unreal for the dragon, and insanely hot at the same time, too. “Whoa…”
With a clean “schlop!” Rarity released Spike’s pulsating pointer, but only to start gingerly licking her hooves, hoping to catch every drop that escaped the small creases her tongue was making underneath. Once she finished, her hooves laid down loosely on the keys, bringing about the familiar sound that they’d been making all this time, along with a few more naughty effects, too.
“Mhh… That was…”
She looked a little funny, the way her eyes were almost closed, and her chin graced his cock from time to time while she thought about how to describe it. “You didn’t have to swallow it all, you know.”
Rarity’s ears perked up even more. “Oh, but a lady always swallows.”
Spike blushed at that, but more so than what he intended on. One speck of ponylore that incoherently seemed to be true at the time was that dragons can go a second round no matter how exhausted they appear to be. His pointed tool remained hard, and he himself felt even hornier than before she said that. However, there was more lore yet to be discovered.
It might’ve been his reptilian instincts kicking in, but Spike needed more of her, and she was willing to follow his demands, too. Though, that was mostly because she knew that by then, he understood how to treat a lady like her. Gracefully, he grabbed her waist and hugged her, just so she’d end up with her back against his chest. Next thing the mare knew, her torso was placed over the open top of the piano. In that position, she could see the treble strings.
Naturally, she let out a few sudden, frightened noises. With her hooves resting on the keys, each making a docile sound with every movement Spike made her make, she felt the cool palms of his claws rest nicely on her sides, bringing her to settle down.
“Easy now, Spike. No need in getting greedy,” she said with a slightly higher pitched voice.
“Right, sorry.”
Looking down to see what he was doing, he made sure not to get carried away. Furtively, he wanted this to be as good for Rarity as it would probably be for him, and the only way that was going to happen was if he got lucky, and could naturally hold out long enough, or do his best to focus on how she felt. Bringing his thick, knotted dick up, though, he gulped. This was to calm himself down, and maybe get rid of a few jitters, but they wouldn’t go away; certainly not until at least an hour had gone by.
The second he felt the summit just barely touch her cunt, his whole body shook. That’s when Rarity had to step in. It would’ve been nice for him to put it in all by himself, but Spike was taking too long, and even though she’d never admit it, Rarity wanted him in her way more than the other way around. She didn’t even need to look, but instead, guided him up by his thigh with one hoof, and brought his length in with the other. Once secured, feeling her warm, wet insides, Spike had to close his eyes and face upwards to avoid going overboard.
As for his lover, all she could do was let out one long, pleased sounding moan. Then, she admitted with a nod, “I needed that… I needed you, Spike.” Upon their eyes meeting, she leaned in while flexing backwards so their lips could meet. At that time, Spike remembered another of his secret weapons, and did his best to hold it back for the best part that’s yet to come. All these years had gone by, and Rarity never learned about his tongue, and how far reaching it could be. This was good in his opinion, because it meant a possible opportunity to surprise her, if only a little bit.
“What’re you waiting for?” Rarity asked. “Start moving,” she pleaded.
Spike followed her command without much hesitation, like a task he needed to often do for her. At first, the exotic sensation of grinding his thick stick through her pussy like that seemed as though it almost wasn’t happening at all, but with the second thrust came an all too amused sounding grunt, this time from Spike. Rarity held hers in by biting her lip, and only after hearing him end his sighs of pleasure did she allow hers to sound freely. The more and more he pushed, the easier it got, but he could still only make the same silly face.
Unlike her, he had his eyes open a bit too wide. He just couldn’t come to proper terms that he was actually rutting Rarity, the mare of his dreams. Even if it was a dream, he certainly wasn’t waking himself up at this point, or anytime soon. Something was off, though, like he wasn’t giving her the best he could, so he asked, “Mhh… Mind if I, uh, knot in y-you…?”
Slowing his pace so she could speak, he smiled at her reaction. “I’d be insulted if you didn’t!”
“Alright,” he muttered shyly. “Here goes…”
For more leverage, his left leg brought itself up to sit on the piano. Amazingly, that gave him enough room to force way more than just the knot in. He was taken back when the entirety of his groin was engulfed by both heat and salty moisture. That moment, where he looked down at Rarity’s love-lost face, and pulled out was possibly one of the greatest experiences of his whole young life. It was no wonder why they were both sweating by then.
In he went, yet again, and out as well. Following the thrusting knot came pre-cum, gushing at a few spots in time, but then mostly leaking. Spike speeding up didn’t help Rarity’s water works turn off, not that she wanted him to stop, that is. It was about time she’d gotten through to him, too, but it was so much better once she’d gotten him inside of her. The big question now, though, was if she wanted him to cum in, or out.
Her decision, after a few more pleasure filled minutes was tempted by how great having him all to herself felt. By then, she needed his seed launched deep inside her, to where she’d feel full, if not fuller. Only an interference would’ve stopped her from pleading her partner to impregnate her, and luckily, that’s exactly what happened. In that moment of heat and intense enjoyment, Twilight channeled in using some sort of new alicorn magic. Before them popped up a black and purple, hazy screen. Just like that, the instant Spike saw Twilight’s signature, lavender aura, his cock shot right back into his body just as he was rooting himself into her very core.
“Ouch! Spike, what’s the meaning of this?”
“Hnng…”
Immediately, Spike acted on his feet while Rarity noticed the developing aura right above head. The seat that’d gotten knocked down earlier was sat right side up. Rarity was put down onto the left side of the bench, and he held her hooves over to the instrument as he hastily sat down. Slowly, Twilight came in more clearly, like there was bad weather in the air or something. “H-hey, Twilight!” Spike chimed with a bead of sweat dripping down his purple forehead.
“Hey you two.” Twilight smiled at the still blushing couple. “You came over to learn piano, Rarity? I didn’t really expected that from you.”
Rarity chuckled while leaning on Spike. “Oh, I found something quite entertaining about it indeed…”
“Well, I just called in to let you know, I’ll be home in about an hour and a half. Sudden cancellation.” Twilight didn’t seem too awfully upset, and even offered to explain.
“Nah, that’s alright,” Spike said calmly. “We’ll just go ahead and clean things up over here.”
Twilight’s monitor moved around while on the wall. “Uhh, clean what?”
“Nothing!” Rarity yiped. “You’d better be going. Ta ta!”
With a raised eyebrow, Twilight looked over at Spike to ask, “Are you sure things are okay on your end?”
Spike shook his head in disbelief. “What? Of course. I’ve got things under control.”
Nodding her head solemnly, Twilight waved the two goodbye before saying, “Alright, you two. I’ll see you soon, Spike.”
Then, she signed off. The moment she did, Spike and Rarity were on each other all over again. In between kisses, Rarity had to ask, “How… did you… do that?”
Spike laid off for a minute to explain, “I’m not a pony, and that hurt by the way.”
Standing up with Spike holding onto her flank, Rarity said, “Well then, let me make that up for you.” Slowly, her hoof brought itself over her left flank to spread her thighs more. Resting peacefully on the piano, just as she was earlier, she swung her tail to the side so Spike could get a better view. “I almost got carried away, you know.” Spike just leaned on top of her slowly, but eagerly. “You mustn’t cum in me, my Spikey…”
His head looked up so he could see her grinning face. “Wha- Why not?”
“Because.” Rarity magically pulled his cock into her before resuming. “You’ve been known to get too greedy with what you think you own, and I don’t want that happening again… Not yet, anyways. Just cum outside. Okay?”
Pouting a bit on the inside, Spike agreed to the terms after a few seconds of standing still, his thick member buried deep inside her tight gap. Rarity hadn’t pulled every itty bit of him into her love hole, though, leaving him enough room to pull out some and continue pounding away. This time, they both hoped there wouldn’t be any more interruptions. However, the more and more frequent the thrusts came, the less Rarity moaned, as if the kink wasn’t having much of an affect on her anymore. Even after Spike began yanking her tail, and made her hind hooves raise up from the floor, Rarity’s amusement still seemed limited. So, with little choice, Spike decided to try out his extra secret apparatus that he’d been masking magnificently. Like that of a snake, his taster slithered all the way down to his belly, until finally curling itself around her cutie mark.
“What in the world?!”
Rarity turned around to see him sticking his long, wet tongue out, and tasting her ass like it was some sort of plump treat. “Shurprith,” he tried to say.
She couldn’t stop herself from letting out a short laugh, which in turn gave him an inkling to keep going with what he was doing, as she might like it enough until the very end. To make the situation that much more strenuous on them, they both unavoidably kept in mind how little time they had left. Only an hour was left before Twilight got back, and luckily, she didn’t happen to see the mess they’d already made on the keys and were still making on the rest of her piano. Needless to say, that would need to be scrubbed clean, and that meant they needed time left over.
With little choice, he kept going, pulling his knotted hard-on in and out freely while sending his tongue in circles around Rarity’s whole body, starting from her thighs and ending with the tip finally reached her lips. Of course, she allowed the slithering tingler entrance without a hint of resistance. She was far too lost in the pleasures of sexual intercourse with Spike to care, really, and so was her mate.
In fact, he was so devastatingly absent minded with paying attention to the rhythm that by the time he was once again close, he had completely forgotten about Rarity’s request. Things were simply moving too quickly for him to maintain control of the situation. It’d hit that point in which his entire frame began to go into a sort of autopilot humping fashion. His hips, just like Rarity’s had started to thrust on their own, and the stinging of his knot ramming through her loosened, but still tight hole seemed to go away. Thankfully, on Rarity’s end, he had enough gumption to start chanting, “I-I’m gonna… Gonna c-cum…!”
“Not inside,” Rarity attempted to say, but it mostly sounded like unsure slurs.
“Can’t hold it!”
His legs stopped moving upon that final pump, the one that neutralized both him and Rarity, and mostly kept the mare from thinking clearly. The only lone thought that managed to run through her head was, “This is soooo hot!”
It really was, too. Predictably, and if only a little unbelievable at the same time, dragons produced much warmer quantities of cum than normal beings upon their second ejaculation. So, along with his fresh seed shooting into her, some steam wafted up from the jizz that spouted outwards and onto some of his right leg. His reptilian spunk was so heated that the smoke coming off of Rarity’s well rammed cunt flowed right by Spike’s nervous, blushing face.
A few drips of sweat trickled off his shivering chin, and as they landed on Rarity’s back, he yanked out with a painful sounding grunt. For a minute or two, he and the unicorn couldn’t move a muscle, but instead, could only huff and puff huge gulps of air to settle themselves down. Then, with her nerve brought back up along most of his seed slowly but surely draining out and onto the musical instrument that’d been so carelessly abused for their personal enjoyment, Rarity leaned down with closed eyes.
She gave him this look of disappointment, but then looked away, and exhaled that last big chunk of oxygen from her lungs. At first, Spike thought he was in trouble. She explicitly asked him not to release his load inside of her, and he couldn’t stop himself from doing so. That’s why when Rarity said, “You could’ve warned me about your caustic cock, you know,” he couldn’t add up the math.
“Uh… S-sorry, for…”
“Oh, it’s quite alright,” Rarity cooed with a gentle, gesturing hoof. “I cast a pregnancy prevention spell on myself while you were in the other room. Seemed to work, too, but that was way too risky.”
He was taken back by her words. “Wha- Why didn’t you want me to cum in you then?”
Turning around casually and headed for the bathroom, she explained, “The book detailed how some dragons who don’t truly love their mate might be impervious to this spell. So, if you didn’t truthfully love me, I would’ve had your child.”
Spike’s jaw dropped. “You… Then I… How can you tell it worked?”
With a giggle, she headed upstairs, but before entering the next room, she asked, “Do you love me, Spike?”
He sat there, his mouth slightly open. “... Of… course I do, Rarity.”
With a nod and shut eyelids, she told him, “Then that’s how I know. Now, I’ll be down in a minute to help clean up. Just allow me a few moments to freshen up. You understand.”
He could only watch her moist rump disappear behind the wall, and then decided to hurry along. He only had so much time to get things more organized. The last thing they needed was Twilight coming hope to find her library smelling of sweet sex, and her poor piano cum-stained. Despite it being conjured up, they only had one, and the stains would stay through cross-dimensional travels, so it had to be wiped down immediately before his steaming hot juices burned a hole through the black and white surfacing.
The remaining thirty minutes consisted of Spike wiping down both his musical and sexual instruments while his new, officially special somepony borrowed some of Twilight’s make-up. After her mane was prepared to look less ravaged, and the distinct scent of her mate was washed away with a cloud of sprays from a bottle of ordinary perfume, she returned happily into the lobby to greet her lover. By then, Spike had finished cleaning the whole room, and left her one last chore; to kiss him goodbye.
“I’ll come over whenever you need me,” Rarity said before letting him kiss her again. “Now that I just so happen to know you’re down right head over scales for me, I think I’ll be quite flattered to help you when I can…” She sighed at the feeling of his tongue tasting her neck, and just before reaching for the door, she pecked him on the nose one final time that afternoon. “Just don’t make a pain of yourself.”
Spike smirked, and then moved his right claw up to feel her cheek smoothly. Then, he came in for one last kiss. That’s one thing she was quite happy to see, him kiss her, and it not having to be the other way around. What was more impressive, though, was the way she didn’t want it to end even after they’d parted completely. She’d cross Twilight’s path with a cheeky smile, and the two ponies would nod at one another, both blissfully unaware of their own afternoon activities.
Once Twilight got in and managed to collect a few moments to relax on the couch, she asked, “How was it?”
Spike’s ear raised up, and he figured the best reply to that question would be an honest one. “Pretty awesome.”
“Good to hear... Catch!”
From inside a pouch she’d been carrying as a saddle bag over her back, a smaller paper bag was magically tossed his way. Inside were Spike’s dragon care products he’d been wanting so badly. Flipping a can up into the air and catching it as he sat back down before the piano, he thanked Twilight for her consideration, but had more pressing matters to worry about by then. For instance; where he would he most likely want to bang his mare next? The possibilities seemed endless.