Dirty Sexy Pony

It was disturbing to Spike how easily Pinkie was able to laugh and smile and goof off in front of everyone.

To act cheerful.

To fake happiness.

To pretend as though the dark secret between them did not exist.

Work continued on the Hearth's Warming Eve preparations and the girls had now moved on to leading their own separate projects as more involvement was needed from the other townsponies. During the day Spike would practice his lines as the narrator, as well as lend a helping claw to the others. Pinkie Pie practiced her scenes with Applejack, as well as worked on constructing and painting the set pieces of the various scenes the play would take place in.

With winter fast approaching, everypony had their own responsibilities outside of the play, as well.

Over the course of the last few weeks, parties were still planned, cakes were baked, jokes told and pranks pulled all over Ponyville. The library was busy as ever, hosting meetings of the various groups and associations from all over town; books were still borrowed and returned and needed to be organized and reorganized as well.

But even with their busy schedules, towards the end of each day when Sugarcube Corner closed, Pinkie Pie would sneak out into the night and rendezvous with Spike.

What would their friends think if they knew? How would they react?

During the day, when amongst their friends, the pink pony and purple dragon conversed as they always did. Interacted with the others as though everything was normal. Then at night, they would meet at prearranged places that were sure to be abandoned or empty of any ponies that could hear or see them. In those private moments, neither would speak a word. Their bodies meet and quake and their breathing would grow heavy. Their lips would meet at the peak of orgasm. They would remain in each others' embrace, then they would separate in silence and head to their respective homes.

It was an awkward affair at first, and difficult too since Spike couldn't help the feelings that had grown in him toward the earth pony. The same couldn't be said for Pinkie toward him of course, given how clear she made herself that day when Spike first became aware of his “urges”. But every time they met and joined bodies, his hopes with rise over the course of their lovemaking...only to end in disappointment when she would not even make eye contact with him after reaching climax, not to mention talk to him. It became a constancy for Spike, that disappointment.

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Spike had not attended any of the scheduled festival planning meetings or the secret sessions yesterday or the day before that. Twilight mentioned how her little assistant had been feeling “under the weather” lately, and all of their friends offered their sympathies that were tinged with acknowledgements that he'd get better soon enough. Growing increasingly concerned, Pinkie Pie finally managed to excuse herself from today's rehearsal to look for Spike. It wasn't too difficult a search, knowing that there would only be a few places he'd likely be, and soon enough she found him lying atop Twilight's bed on the second floor of the library.

Though there was still daylight, the sun had begun to set over the horizon, and in its wane it cast an orange haze and elongated shadows stretched outwards in the upstairs portion of the library. Feeling no uncertainty, Pinkie stood at the top of the stairs with furrowed brows aimed at the dragon whose back was turned toward her. “Spike, where have you been? Why haven't you been coming to our meetings like we promised?”

When he did not answer her, Pinkie slowly trotted closer to the bed, her voice sterner. “Spike, answer me. Why are you holding back your urge right now?”

“...seem to...” He mumbled.

“What was that?” She asked, feeling a bit of frustration growing from his uncooperative behavior. She walked around to the other side of the bed for him to simply turn over and face the opposite side.

“I said...” Spike's voice was muffled into the pillow. “...you always seem to...urges...”

“Spike, what are you talking about?” Pinkie exhaled. She stood in place this time, but made sure to speak at a louder volume.

“...even before I feel them...” He continued, looking away still while lying on the bed. “You'd show up...then we have sex...then you leave...always the same thing...”

“Spike, you're the one who had those dreams...and what we've been doing is the only way to stop them from happening. It's important that you don't let your urges fester for too long.”

“And I'm saying...” Spike's words had become clearer; his face was no longer pressed against the pillow as he said accusingly. “...that I've started to think that it isn't really me that's been getting urges.”

“Is that supposed to be a joke?” Pinkie snipped at the remark. “Well if it is, it's not funny. You don't know what you're talking about.”

Spike quickly turned over to face her and sat up on the bed. His face was haggard and his eyes were bloodshot. “Well it's been a few days already, hasn't it?” He asked in a simmering rage. “And yet nothing like your terrible warnings or whatever came true! I think I've shown that I can manage it just fine by myself.” He turned once more to drop his face back down onto the bed, but a pink hoof had grasped his shoulder, halting him.

Pinkie stepped closer to the bedside, her own expression serious. “I'm not kidding, Spike. Stop being so stubborn. It's putting everypony in danger and if you don't cooperate then I-”

He smacked her hoof off of his shoulder, but she didn't wince. “'Then you'll what? Huh, Pinkie?” Spike said in a growl and pressed his face against hers.

She clenched her jaw and controlled her heavy breathing, not taking his bait.

They remained in silence, simply staring and waiting for the other to make the first move.

Taking a gulp, Spike decided to take the initiative and pressed his lips against hers. She did not pull away, but at the same time, the pony did not reciprocate his actions. Seconds passed and when he finally broke the kiss, Pinkie remained where she stood, but averted her eyes to cast a downward look to the floor.

Taking a deep breath, Spike closed his eyes and moved in to kiss her again. After a moment, he darted his tongue to stroke Pinkie's lips, causing them to part and accept him into her mouth.

Opening his eyes, he saw that Pinkie's own blue eyes were open as well but half-lidded, and she simply looked ahead in a distracted stare. Spike's movements slowed but he did not stop, despite the strange scene of her kissing him with eyes still open. He chose to close his eyes once more and tilted his head to the side to allow his tongue more access to explore her mouth.

His thin tongue stroked against her larger, flat-tipped teeth. Pinkie sighed and moaned.

Spike smiled over his small victory.

Their lips parted from another and both of them were now panting softly. Without a word, she turned her body to face away from him and raised her lower half in presentation. Her fluffy pink tail remained draped over her rear, but a dribble of liquid noticeably trailed down her inner thigh.

Pinkie closed her eyes in wait for Spike to pierce her but yelped when she was flipped over onto her back and Spike jumped to the floor from the bed and moved quickly to get between her legs that still fluttered about in surprise.

“W-what are you doing?” Pinkie stammered with the slightest hint of embarrassment, ignoring the cold stiffness of the floor against her back. She felt him set his scaly waist against hers and impatience unexpectedly began to grow within her. “Get off of me. It'd be quicker the other way!”

He pressed his lips to leave a trail of kisses along her heaving chest and wrapped his arms around her soft yet toned torso so his clawed hands were able to caress her back. “I like this position better...it lets me see your face...” Spike whispered shamelessly and pressed the tip of his hardened dickhead against her slick vulva. “And I want this to last as long as possible...” Slowly, he pushed his full length into her, stopping only once he was up to the hilt. She hissed and fought not to arch her back all the while.

He groaned and let out a shuddered exhale. It was unbearably hot and almost painfully tight. They had not even moved since insertion and she was already gripping and massaging his member in a rhythm that nearly made Spike explode right then and there.

Pinkie hid her face behind her hooves as Spike began to thrust slowly and gently in deep, strong strokes.

He grunted. She whinnied.

He pressed closer to her. She shuddered and writhed.

The ever familiar burn of climax soon broiled in his loins and prickled up Spike's back. Baring his teeth he nipped at Pinkie's neck, letting her know he was close.

“Pin...kie...” Spike said in time with his thrusts. “Pinkie...Pie...I love...you...Pin...kie...Pie...”

“Mmmmmmm, Spike!” Pinkie moaned in the throes of her approaching orgasm. In the euphoric haze of her mind, she finally began to relent. She looked down to him, her mouth wide as she gasped desperately for breath. She craned her neck in an effort to kiss him before she came. “I...Spike, I-I...”

“I knew it!” Pinkie and Spike both turned their widened eyes toward the stairs.

Pinkie gasped in shock. Spike stared mutely. But they simultaneously pulled away from one another and stumbled to their hooves and feet, respectively.

“R-Rarity!” Pinkie yelped out in dismay. “I didn't...realize you were there!” Pinkie truly was surprised that her senses didn't warn her of Rarity's presence. The earth pony gulped and winced as she tried to stand up on her numb legs. She saw from the corner of her eye that Spike was hiding behind the bed, trying to keep his exposed dragonhood out of Rarity's view.

Silently, Rarity walked closer to them, but stopped short of going around the bed. Around her neck she wore a gold necklace with a large heart-shaped ruby, which glistened in the last moments of the sun's light as darkness now settled on all three of them.

“Care to explain yourself, Pinkie Pie?” Rarity spoke first, asking simply in an even tone. But even then, Pinkie could tell that Rarity was enraged. Her expression was stone-cold but her eyes stared intensely and furiously toward the earth pony.

Pinkie gulped and stepped away from the bed to draw Rarity's attention away from Spike. “It...it isn't what it looks like, Rarity!” She claimed, knowing how pathetically that sounded.

“Right...” Rarity replied. “....so I didn't just see you having your way with Spike—a baby dragon, mind you—just two seconds ago?”

“W-why would I do something like that?” Pinkie blurted out. She stopped walking until Rarity had to direct her attention completely opposite of where Spike was still half-hiding behind the bed. “Like you said, he's a baby dragon! There's nothing going on between us! I was just having one of those silly Pinkie moments!”

“Hmph. I believe I should let Twilight know of this awful, despicable act of yours.” Rarity brushed off the other pony's excuse. “You really shouldn't lie when you're caught dripping all over the floor, Pinkie Pie.”

Pinkie clenched her jaw, and gulped. Her tail had gone between her legs in a desperate attempt to stop any more damning evidence to trickle from her still exposed sex, and her eyes grew wide as she continued to be bombarded by Rarity's stare. “I know it doesn't make sense, but...terrible, horrible things will happen to Spike and all of us if I didn't do this!”

“Oh? A likely story, Pinkie Pie!” Rarity scoffed. “Please, do help me understand your plight and tell me what these terrible, horrible things that you're protecting us from, are.”

“I...” Pinkie balked at her unicorn friend's skepticism but stood her ground. Knowing how strange or even crazy her reasons would sound, the earth pony's ears lowered. “I...can't...I made a Pinkie Promise not to say...please, I really hope that you can just believe me, Rarity...”

Rarity raised an eyebrow and cocked her head to the side. “To think you would go so far with this farce just to keep Spike away from me.” She tut-tutted. With slow steps, Rarity made her way closer to Spike, walking around the bed to find him just barely after managing to tuck his member into his pouch.

“What are you-?” Pinkie furrowed her brows and stared at Rarity in confusion. It began to dawn on her how strange Rarity's cool reaction was in light of the situation.

“How absurd! Are you actually trying to feign ignorance? Or is it that you really do need me to spell it out for you?” Rarity turned toward Spike and before either of them could react, Rarity smashed her lips against his, relishing with a guttural moan the feeling of his lips and the taste of his saliva as she just barely managed to slip her tongue into his mouth.

In a panic, Spike raised his claws to push Rarity's face from him, managing to break away from her and stumbled along the floor in his escape.

“W-what!?” Spike gasped out, panting in sheer confusion. He tentatively touched a claw against his lips, still feeling the lingering of the kiss.

Rarity ran her tongue against her lips, savoring the taste. “It's you who doesn't understand, Pinkie...Spike and I are destined to be together!”

“No, no, no, you're not!” Pinkie closed her eyes tight and quickly slowly shook her head. The sight and Rarity's actions incited a flurry of images in her mind. Even after all this time they were still confusing and difficult to understand. “Ohhh...no promise is worth keeping if it ends up harming everyone...especially my friends...” Opening her eyes, she looked back toward the unicorn with the utmost seriousness on her face. “Rarity, listen! Twi-” Pinkie Pie began to say but without warning, Rarity's horn glowed and she flung the earth pony against the far wall, knocking her out before she and several books clattering from the shelves hit the floor.

“Pinkie!?”

“Don't even bother.” Rarity huffed, narrowing her eyes while looking over her shoulder at the earth pony with contempt. “I've had enough of your secrets and lies...” Then she turned toward Spike. “As for you...” She let out a feral growl as her horn glowed once more.

He reflexively flinched and shut his eyes but instead of being thrown as well, he heard a soft sob. While his eyes were closed, he heard a shatter and upon opening them, he saw broken pieces of the Fire Ruby were scattered all over the floor. “Wasn't I good enough for you, Spike?”

“Rarity?” Was all he could timidly say as the unicorn pressed a hoof against a gem fragment and crushed it as she stepped toward him. Shaking his head, Spike earnestly scrambled back until he was pinned up against a wall.

Her voice was low and barely audible, but grew increasingly louder as she continued to speak. “I know you've been having them...the dreams...I have too. At first I was scared. Terrified. I was shocked, really, but soon grew excited. Unnerved from what I saw, but I slowly began starving for more. Every night since they began I've been staring at my bedroom door, wondering when you'd finally stop pretending and come take me.”

Rarity brought her face closer to Spike and once more spoke in a whisper. “But instead of taking me, pinning me against the bed, grabbing a clawful of my mane, making me feel like a mare...you've been running off together with her, thinking you were alone and then you'd ravish her over and over and over throughout the night.”

She paused to inhale the musk that his sweaty body, just recently engaged in intercourse, gave off. Taking a step back Rarity now spoke at a normal volume, but her voice was laced with contempt and loathing. “She thought she was so smart making her excuses and sneaking off to find you...little did she know that I've been following her this whole time...every time...and I watched...watched as you carelessly wasted your precious seed and desires and love on her time and again.”

“No...” Spike trembled. He moved to the side, circling around Rarity to create some distance and hopefully make his way to where Pinkie lay unconscious. “Those were nightmares, Rarity...they didn't happen...couldn't have...aren't supposed to happen! P-Pinkie Pie was taking care of my urges...so that I didn't hurt you, or anypony else!” But the unicorn had circled the other way and blocked his path, and began herding him back against the wall once more until they were face to face again.

“Is that what Pinkie Pie's been telling you? Oh my poor widdle Spikey-wikey...” Rarity sighed. She brushed her hoof gingerly against his chin. He drew a sharp, terrified breath from the sensation. “Of course she'd say that...why wouldn't Pinkie Pie say that since she wanted you all to herself?” She slowly shook her head.

Rarity began walking away from him, pacing about the room and brought her front leg up to her face with a dramatic flourish over her eyes. “Oh, Spike...why didn't you make me yours that night? Just like in the dreams? Why didn't you break into my room and take me by sheer force with violent, barbaric passion? But no! Instead of giving me heaven, you've cast me into Tartarus...forced me to watch in torment as you fucked that slut night after night after night! Pounding her until she moaned and wailed so wretchedly!” she spat at the thought and found the image revolting, cringing and scrunching up her face as though a putrid, rotten smell filled the air just then.

“She doesn't even love you like I do! She won't accept your wonderful heart yet doesn't spare a second to get a hold of your cock! Oh, how could you forget the things you did to me? The things you had me do! Why did you let me suffer alone, boiling and churning under this maddening desire all by myself!? Didn't you say that you couldn't bear to be alone? That you needed me? That you wanted. Only. Me!? You have me, Spike. Remember? You have-”

“Spike...” Pinkie groaned out. In a groggy, quiet voice, she struggled to crawl toward Spike, to save him from what she only now realized what Rarity had become. “Please...run, Spike...she...”

“SHUT UP, WHORE!”

It happened before he could even blink. The sudden shattering of glass left Spike paralyzed. His body was frozen in shock as a soft thud reached his ears. The image of Pinkie desperately reaching out for him as she disappeared over the ledge was burned into his eyes.

A solitary tear ran down his cheek as his body trembled.

But soon Spike was thrown to the floor as Rarity's hooves held him down.

“Now...to take what's mine!”

"Pinkie?" When what he saw finally registered his awareness returned and jogged his mind into overdrive. Spike's eyes widened in abject terror. “NO! GET OFF ME!”

Rarity licked her lips and sat atop Spike's stomach, ignoring his pointless struggling. As she mounted him, the unicorn held herself in a prideful manner, aware of the control she had over him and relishing every moment of it.

She rolled her hips around, making sure that with her lower lips she “tasted” as much of him as she could with slow grinding movements.

“NO! NOOOOO!!”

She tittered as the stimulation succeeded in awakening his loins against Spike's protests and in a single motion she pierced her self onto his engorged member. Even when he convulsed a green jet of fire she did not remove herself. Instead, Rarity began bouncing up and down his length, through the pain until pleasure overcame the sharp stabbing against her vaginal walls.

His sobbing had eventually abated but Rarity was too entrenched in her pleasure, nickering and then moaning loudly at the top of her lungs, to notice.

“Unhhh...Yes! YES! There it is! Mmmmm! That indescribable feeling! You're....you're....AHHHHHH!” Her labored, throaty scream echoed all throughout the library.

As her muscles became lax, Rarity's body dropped to the floor on her back and as she did so, she felt his cock pop out of her with a satisfying wet “schlick”. Her panting breaths were heavy and left her raddled, smiling wide. She closed her eyes and basked in the heat that churned inside her.

Just thinking about how it felt to be filled with his seed right now was arousing her excitement once more. Lost in those pleasurable thoughts, Rarity didn't even realize being picked up from the floor and placed to sit up on her haunches and leaned against a firm, scaly body. She opened her eyes and found herself pressed against him in a soft embrace.

She felt his palm caress her face and she sighed. Her eyes were half-lidded, her lips curved up in a tired smile. “Spike...you're...”

“There, there...I never realized how alone you felt...” He cooed in pretend concern. His claw began to brush through the knots of her sweat-soaked, tangled mess of a mane.

His eyes were cold and calculating.

Rarity trembled in excitement as the dragon before her sat up, his frame suddenly longer and leaner. Without warning he grasped her horn in his clawed hand and elicited an ecstatic shuddering sigh from the unicorn that caused her eyes to roll up from the stimulation. With his other hand, the dragon dipped a clawed finger into her dripping honey pot and repeatedly flicked his thumb against her engorged clit, causing her to quiver and squeal in bliss. “Mmmmm...” he hummed in approval. He smiled, enjoying the sight of Rarity mindlessly writhing in pleasure, her tongue lolled out the side of her mouth.

“Let's change that, shall we?”

Author's Note: Picture by yorik-cz