Dirty Sexy Pony

It was hot.

The air clung tightly to Spike's scales, as a heavy, salty musk filtered into his nostrils. A soft voice rung in his ears and brought the dragon back to consciousness.

“...so? How...does it...look?”

Spike recognized the voice. “Rarity?” Opening his eyes, what greeted him was darkness. The dimmest of light let him see the ceiling above him. Spike's body felt stiff and fatigued. His nose crinkled at the smell of sweat and foulness in the air.

He heard soft gasps nearby and creaking along the hard surface underneath wherever he was lying down. Spike groaned, feeling his head throbbing. It was sore and felt like it would crack from the pressure squeezing on it. He moved his hand to rub his head but his arm was somehow held down. His neck felt stiff and he couldn't move his head. So the dragon groggily used his eyes to glance to his side.

“Wha?” Spike mumbled in confusion. Wide, brown belts had restrained his arm. He grunted, moving his other arm to release the belt. His eyes darted to his other side. “Huh?” Another set of brown belts.

A sensation of electricity rushed up his spine and Spike groaned. He realized someone was straddling him. The weight pressing atop his torso fluctuated and a growing sense of ecstasy began seeping into his consciousness.

In the dim light, Spike looked downward and saw that he was being enveloped. As though waiting for that exact moment, the weight grew once more, and a velvet tightness gripped his member. How it managed to be unsheathed was too difficult for his increasingly cloudy mind to figure out.

“Rari...ty...?” He groaned again.

The pony's snow white coat managed to radiate even in the darkness, glistening in a sheen of sweat from the miniscule amount of light that filtered into the room. Black spots were apparent in several areas. Her eyes were closed, as though she were unaware that Spike was awake and watching her in perplexed horror at the situation. Her purple mane whipped about when she rolled her head in a clockwise manner, as she pierced herself again and again upon the dragon's rock hard penis. Catching a stray beam of light, a flash of red drew Spike's eyes to the Fire Ruby encased in a golden necklace worn around the unicorn's neck.

Spike twitched from a sudden jolt of pleasure, alerting the pony to who she had been riding as her now opened eyes cast their azure gaze upon him. Her half-lidded, dreamy stare unsettled him and chilled his bones.

“How does Rarity look, Master? Does the necklace look good?”

“What are you...” Spike gasped, unprepared to hear the pony greet him like that. “...who's a 'Master'?”

She looked up to the ceiling, her mouth agape. “Aw...” She let out a throaty exhale and pumped her hips down before lifting herself up. “Master's so mean.” She dropped down. Lifted up. Dropped down again. “But your dick is so...mmmm...good!”

She rolled her head counterclockwise now and whipped her purple locks again. Her movements changed course and she was no longer thrusting up and down. Instead she kept him within and she began moving her hips back and forth.

Spike growled at the shift and drew sharp, short breaths. He wracked at his mind, searching through the blank spots for his last solid memory to figure out how he ended up in this nightmare of a fantasy.

He heard her moan again, apparently forgetting she had asked him a question, followed by her gyrations becoming figure eights that twisted his member side to side while being tugged by her vagina's constant swallowing motions. Spike groaned out but tried to focus. The last thing he remembered was being at the Boutique with Twilight, watching over Sweetie Belle as Rarity had a day off. Spike played along with the girls' games, as Twilight had promised him a bucket-full of gems for his cooperation.

At some point, Twilight went downstairs to take care of something, and then...he woke up to this.

Spike grumbled in frustration at this result. Was he still at the Carousel Boutique? Was it morning already? Where was Sweetie Belle? Twilight? When did Rarity get back? “W-why am I tied down!?”

“Ah...you...wanted to be...Master...oh...mmm...” She stated matter-of-factly and returned to a forward-back thrusting of her hips.

He wanted to be tied down? That didn't make sense. None of this made sense. “Then...ugh...lemme go...” Spike groaned. “...I don't...ah...like it!”

She stopped with him fully inside her. Spike felt her muscles squeeze him. “Oh, no! It isn't good for Master to be unsatisfied!” There was a semblance of fear on the pony's face. “S-see? Rarity remembers. Rarity's a fast learner.”

She lifted herself off of him, sending shivers through Spike as the cool air touched his lubricated member after being caressed by her wet heat for so long.

The white pony hopped off the table and she trotted over toward his feet. “Master will be sure to love this...” Spike heard her say much to his worry. “You won't be unsatisfied for long!”

“What are you doing, Rarity? I want you to let me go already!”

Ignoring his complaints, her horn took on a light blue glow and manipulated the purple locks of her mane to wrap around his penis. The silky soft hair coiled tightly around the shaft, but not to the point of pain. As though it had a life of its own, her mane stroked up and down his length.

She huffed, letting her hot breath coat Spike's lower body as she inhaled the musky infusion of both of their odors. She licked the head, lapping at it and rolling her tongue about for a few moments but then dragged her tongue lower and lower until her face disappeared from his restricted view.

"W-what are you-?" Spike felt her hot breath against his taint as her muzzle brushed against his exposed testicles. He pulled vainly against his restraints to escape. Her tongue flickered and danced against his scrotum, followed by soft kisses and suckling when she parted her lips and ensconced the soft flesh into her mouth. Next her muzzle moved slowly to the base of his tail, dragging her tongue toward the dark ring of his anus.

Spike yelped as her tongue dipped inside. Her ministrations moved with familiarity. The dragon shivered at his body's willingness to welcome the invasion against his wishes. Spike practically held his breath, clenching his jaw at the shame of feeling pleasure from the act.

The pace of the jerking increased. The expert milking went on unabated as his prostrate tightened and his knees locked from the fire churning in his loins. Finally, Spike groaned from the hot flash of climax, spewing all over her purple mane.

“Ah! Master, you're so happy!” She proudly announced, tilting her head and stretching out her tongue to catch a lock of hair. The pony giggled gleefully while nibbling and slurping up the globs of semen caught in her mane. A trail of drool dribbled out the side of her mouth as she spat out her locks, licking her lips to taste as much of him as possible. “Mmmmm...so wonderful...” She said in a low, husky voice.

Spike panted hard, muscles haggard and drained of energy. His body convulsed and shuddered from the waves of aftershocks resulting from his orgasm. He spasmed from her tongue flicking against his urethra to catch the last few beads of his milky fluids. His spirits sank once he realized what had happened. How his first time with Rarity was like this.

No...could it be, this wasn't his first time? Spike fought back the tears as his memory failed to produce answers.

“Let...let me...go...” The dragon grew desperate. For whatever reason he was her prisoner. If he wanted any chance of escape, he'd have to threaten her. His confused mind was grasping at straws at what to do. “Or else...I...I'll breath my fire at you if you don't let me go!” Spike yelled out.

She looked at him, as though he had spoken an entirely different language. She pouted and shook her head. “Hmph...Rarity is already bored of that.”

“Already bored with...?” Spike stared at the pony in dismay. He realized the reason for the black spots in her white coat. That no matter how much he wanted to deny he ever noticed her several burns. “No...no...” he shook his head in denial.

“Yeah...” she sighed, but more out of disappointment rather than sadness. “Instead, Rarity wants...” in a quick motion she mounted him once more, placing her legs on either side of his body and her front hooves atop his already restrained arms.

Spike's mind froze when she leaned down and pressed her lips against his. The dragon then squirmed in a futile attempt as her tongue invade his mouth. She laughed mirthfully in return, dragging her tongue and moaning as she slowly felt each sharp point of his teeth. Spike drew back his tongue as much as he could, but the pony's wider tongue gave chase and pinned his forked one down, no less different than how Spike himself was now. She growled victoriously and Spike felt her lips curl into a smile before she finally pulled away.

“Mmm, Rarity is such a bad girl for stealing a kiss.” She giggled and moaned. “But it's because Master never kissed Rarity. Not even when you took and ravished Rarity night after night after night!” She said with a wistful sigh. She licked her lips, eying him hungrily, then brought her head down and planted a trail of kisses along his neck. “But. It feels. So nice. Warm.”

“P-please...Rarity, please...I know you're in there” Spike shuddered as he felt her light touches. “...I think you're hypnotized...you need to wake up...I know the pony I love is somewhere in there!”

Her kisses stopped and Rarity brought her face close to Spike's again. “Why are you sad, Master? Is it something Rarity did?”

Her blue eyes peered at him as though there was something wrong with his reactions.

“Master?”

His distress finally boiled over.

“DON'T CALL ME THAT! STOP! WHY DO YOU KEEP TALKING LIKE THAT!? WHY ARE YOU ACTING LIKE THIS!? WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON!?”

Spike thrashed and pulled against his restraints, growling and yelling until his throat was too sore to continue. Soon his screams became only incomprehensible wails.

When he finally ran out of breath, the dragon was panting, unable to wipe away the tears coming from his eyes. “Stop...stop calling me that...” his voice was hoarse and quiet. “...my name's...my name's Spike...y-you're...you're not supposed...supposed to be like this...”

She had jumped back in surprise and whimpered at his sudden outburst. Her tail had curled between her legs while Spike was violently lashing about on the table. As the dragon grew quiet, she remembered how the dragon was tied down. She grinned.

“Master...is acting strange...not praising Rarity for satisfying him...” she eyed him darkly now, taking on a cold and calculating manner. “Maybe it's time for Rarity...to teach Master some lessons.” As her tail whipped about excitedly, the white pony once again jumped on top of him and brought her flanks unto his shoulders as she sat down.

The sour smell bombarded his nostrils instantaneously. Before his eyes, even in the dim light Spike saw how her flesh glistened. A bead of liquid dropped onto his cheek from her exposed marehood. She brought her full weight on top of him against his mouth and she moaned and gyrated her hips to coax him to open his tightly closed lips.

“Ah! Please use your tongue!” she begged and writhed against his face. Wetness clung to his cheeks and lips, and her salty and sweet honey managed to provoke his penis to grow harder once more.

She glared down at him ravenously.

“Mas...ter! You have...me! Remember?” She licked her lips as she repeated the mantra. “You have me...you'll always have me, Master!”

Spike shook his head as much as he could in its restrained state, clenching his jaw tight. His eyes teared as she continued her movements.

Rolling her head once more, she was too enraptured in pleasure to notice that Spike stopped and continued to grind her clit against his face.

“Ah-AH-Ahahaha!” She gasped and groaned with the dragon under her. Her movements became faster as her climax approached. She could feel herself bubbling and knew she would explode soon. “Oh! Oh, Mast...errrrrrrrrr...Mmmaaaaassssssteerrrrrrrrr...Rarity...OH!

"Rarity...loves...you...so...MUUUUUUUUUUUUCH!” Her head shot up toward the ceiling again as her spray gushed out.

She panted in satisfaction without acknowledging his soft, quiet sobs. “Ah.....hah.....hah....again...”