The Canterlot branch of Sugarcube Corner was in many ways more impressive than the original Ponyville shop, the result of a decade of saving and building credit. Now, instead of resembling a multicolored and multi-tiered birthday cake, it looked more like something Sweetie Belle had conjured from the depths of Tartarus in her misguided so-called attempts at baking. Spike and Rarity gaped at its blackened, skeletal frame in horrified awe.

"Well," Carrot Cake said after a sigh as he approached the young parents. "It looks like its back to Ponyville for awhile. Thankfully, our insurance covers damages due to dragon rampage." His lips pressed into a tight line. "Er... no offense."

"N-no, not at all," Spike said. "But what about Claire? Is she alright?"

"Well..." Carrot said, glancing past a crowd of firefighters. "She's not injured, if that's what you mean. Pound managed to get her and his sister out pretty quick, just after Pumpkin cast that letter-sending spell to alert you. Even so... well..."

Carrot led them over to where Carrot's twins stood, with Crystal Clarity sitting between them, looking miserable. Firefighters surrounded them in a ring, buckets at the ready, and every time Crystal's silent sobs were interrupted by a loud belch accompanied with a bright, blue flame, they all flinched, ready to soak her with water at any moment.

"Oh, my poor baby!" Rarity cried, breaking through the crowd and rushing toward Crystal. She scooped her up and hugged her tight, tears already streaming from her eyes.

Crystal responded in kind, renewing the wails that had only recently quieted. "M-Muh-Mommy!" she screeched through wracked breaths. "I-I-I didn't mean to! I... my... my tummy... bleeaaugh!" Fire ripped from her throat, but her mother paid it no mind as it flashed over her shoulder.

"Oh, I understand," Rarity said, patting her back sympathetically. "You have an upset stomach, don't you?"

"I-it's rather..." Crystal hiccupped. "In-incon... incondimental."

"I see," Rarity said with a smile.

Pumpkin piped in. "I'm sorry, ma'am," she said. "It's our fault. I gave her a cupcake, and then Pound gave her one, and I didn't know so I let her have one more as a special treat, and... well, I guess it ended up getting out of hoof." She glanced at her brother, who hung his head guiltily. "I... um... I guess you'll be wanting that payment back?"

Rarity laughed. "Oh, little darlings. Of course not. You did your best, and you ended up losing your home and business for your trouble. Besides, I'm sure you already spent it on your game, yes?"

Pound flushed. "Well... yeah. I even managed to save it before we got out."

Spike took Crystal out of Rarity's foreleg to hold her. His daughter shifted quite quickly to clinging tightly to him. "Well, that's a relief. You'll have something to distract Pinkie Pie with while you're living with her, again."

The twins looked at each other and giggled in spite of themselves.

"D-Daddy," Crystal moaned before blowing another fireball, this time right in Spike's face.

Spike blew some smoke out of his nose and blinked, barely phased by the searing flames. "Well, we probably ought to get this little lady home." He turned to Carrot and simpered. "Please let us know if there's anything we can do to help you out. This is mostly our fault, after all."

"Don't worry about it," Carrot said. "I remember what it was like to have foals with strange and... frankly, destructive abilities. You just take care of her."

The rest of the evening was taken up by caring for Crystal's illness. Spike cradled her gently, soothing her with gentle pats on her back and loving murmurs of support as he kept her fiery expulsions from damaging anything else. Rarity cooked up a bowl of steaming soup, mixed with a stomach remedy she had obtained on a previous trip to Ponyville from Zecora. Before long, their daughter's stomach settled and her destructive burps ceased, leaving her little more than an exhausted filly nodding off in her father's arms.

"Poor thing," Rarity said softly, leaning against her husband's side as she gazed at Crystal. "At least she has such a wonderful daddy to keep her feeling safe and secure."

Spike gave his wife a nudge with his head. "And an awesome mommy to care for her."

Rarity scoffed good-naturedly. "A lot of ponies thought I'd make a terrible parent, you know? Honestly, even though you're only a few years out of your teens, yourself, I think you're better at it than I am, anyhow."

"Don't be ridiculous," Spike admonished her, nuzzling her cheek. "You work hard, long hours to keep a very stylish roof over our heads and fancy food on our table, and you still make time to help raise your daughter, even if it means you end up with no time to yourself."

"Or with time to ourselves," Rarity added.

Spike shushed her. "Hey, don't worry about that." He leaned in and pressed his lips against hers, gripping firmly and lingering just long enough to let her know that he would prefer to never let their lips part.

"Mommy?" Crystal mumbled. "Daddy? Ew."

The couple laughed quietly at their daughter's half-hearted protest to their display of affection. Rarity nudged her husband. "You should get her tucked in, my love. Join me in our bedroom promptly once she's hit the hay, as it were."

"Sure thing," Spike said, and he made his way toward their daughter's room, humming amelodically as he did.

Rarity sighed as she turned to make her way toward their room. Her first destination was the shower, for though she was quite sure that Chez Lahdee Dah's toilets were cleaned immaculately after every use, the fact that her mane had been exposed to a device that handled equine waste at any time was an unpleasant thought, and the whirlpool had definitely thrown her hair into an unacceptable state of disarray.

Carefully hanging her dress for later cleaning, Rarity turned the knob and let the water run until it began to steam. She stepped in and sighed at the feeling of the hot cascade running down her body, relaxing her muscles. Her mane and tail drooped to the shower floor as it absorbed the liquid and Rarity quickly went to work with an army of conditioners, shampoos, and body scrubs to polish every strand of hair to perfection.

The bathroom door opened slowly as Rarity was just finishing her full-body cleaning and she turned to see a hulking, draconic silhouette through the translucent violet shower curtain. She pulled it back halfway and gave Spike a sultry smile through her mop of wet hair. She positioned herself so as to give him as full a view of her as possible, and giggled as she saw his eyes take in the color of her bare, rosy flesh showing through her waterlogged coat.

"Crystal finally went to sleep," Spike told her, his eyes still frozen on her body, and especially lingering around her lower stomach, where she knew her tumescent teats would be plainly visible. "I... ah... thought I'd take a shower before bed, too."

Rarity nodded. "That's a fine idea. Would you join me?"

Spike gulped, but he strode forward and climbed into the shower. It had been built to be large enough to accommodate his massive size comfortably, of course, and Rarity was even left enough space to maneuver, though it was cozy enough that they couldn't help but press against one another if they wanted to move around. This had rather been the point.

"Let me wash your back, dear," Rarity said as she pulled out a wire brush and began to run it across his hard scales without waiting for his response.

Spike let loose a deep and satisfied groan as the brush scraped along. It turned into one of glee upon feeling Rarity's warm stomach sliding across him while she tried to circle around him, cleaning off his wings and sides as well. He lowered himself down so that she would be able to get every inch of his back, even if it meant she would have to mount him like he had once ridden ponies when he was a kid. He could tell from the soft squeaks coming from her as she scrubbed back and forth with one of his spines pressed firmly between her thighs that she was enjoying it as much as he was.

"There," Rarity said, hopping off of him onto the rubber mat on the shower floor. "Now, then... I think it's time to work on your front."

Spike reared up as she gently encouraged him up. She gave him a wet smooch on the cheek before replacing the touch of her lips with the brush, scrubbing it away. As she worked her way down his body, she peppered his neck, chest, and abdomen with light kisses before washing them away with her brush.

"We're going to need something a bit gentler here," she said as she stood with her head level to the large pocket between his legs. With a slight exertion of her magic, she pulled a soft, silky cloth and a bottle of fragrant soap from among her various toiletries and began to delicately caress the seam.

The reaction was almost immediate. The pocket opened, revealing a lump of purple beneath the yellow-green belly scales that engorged until the pink flesh within his prepuce burst free. The silken cloth danced along the shaft as it expanded, the scented liquid spreading across it. In a matter of seconds, it was fully erect and throbbing with barely restrained desire.

"Whoo," Spike grunted. "This... actually kinda hurts right now."

"Oh?" Rarity said, sliding the cloth down to the base of his penis. "I know. I'll kiss it and make it better." She promptly puckered her lips and gave the head a sloppy smack, complete with a vocalized "mmwah."

Spike fell back to all fours and trembled. "I don't think I need to be teased anymore. The rest of this evening's been more than enough foreplay."

Rarity's eyebrows shot up and a saucy grin spread on her face. "Ooh, so is my big, strong dragon ready to take what he wants?"

Two strong arms descended on her before she could say anything more, and Spike threw her over his shoulder. He reached over and turned off the shower in one quick motion and leaped onto the tile of the restroom floor. His feet slipped a bit, causing both his wife and him to give a yelp of momentary panic before he regained his footing.

"Now, now," Rarity said shakily. "Let's not get too hasty. Last time you only dropped me on my bum; let's try not to damage my other end."

"Right," Spike said, quickly pulling a big, plush towel off the rack and wrapping her up in it. He vigorously scrubbed her coat down until she was a fuzzy ball of cotton. "Hm... just hold on a sec," he said as he regarded her still-damp mane. He drew in a deep breath and blew on her. While only the occasional spark escaped his lips, his breath was strong enough to blow her hair back and hot enough that within moments she was completely dry.

"Oh, my," Rarity said, fluffing her free, wavy mane. "The perks of having a living blowdryer for a husband."

"Is that all I am to you?" Spike asked, his hand to his heart as if aghast. "A hair care appliance?"

Rarity giggled as she crawled onto their princess-size bed, sinking into the bedspread like a pegasus into a nimbus. "Of course not, my knight in shining scales. You're also a rather choice hunk of dragon-meat." She stretched out across the bed, letting her limbs splay and her tail fall carelessly over her back. "And now that little Claire is all tucked in..."

The bed creaked under the sudden weight of a relatively young dragon as Spike hopped on top of Rarity. He grabbed her and flipped her onto her back, holding her back hooves in the air and giving her a lusty grin.

"Spikey!" Rarity said, her lips stretched wide. "What are you up to?"

"I want to look you in the eyes while I make love to you, Milady," Spike said, giving a passing lick of one of her hooves.

Rarity blushed and fanned herself with a hoof. "Oh... well... that's not a very traditional position... for a pony..."

Spike chuckled as he reached for a condom and began to prepare himself, holding her gaze all the while. "Because we've been so traditional up to this point?"

"Well," Rarity said, her horn glowing as he fumbled with the latex ring on his tip and magically unrolling it down his shaft instantly. "I guess I like a dragon who bucks tradition every once in awhile."

Spike hummed in agreement and lowered himself so that his hard, scaly stomach was brushing against her silky, firm belly. Her legs slipped up his sides and seized him in a grip that belied her delicate appearance. He took a moment to enjoy the feeling of her body under his, the warmth radiating from her and the rhythm of her heart hammering against his chest with desperate urgency. The smell of her breath was sweet, with a tinge of wine still on it. As his tightly wrapped member found the moist folds of her vulva, he breathed in sharply, feeling her lips wrap around him.

Every inch of Rarity's flesh that met with her husband's was on fire with sensation. She marveled at the weight of the dragon laying on top of her and at how much control it must have taken for him not to crush the life out of her. His solid, unyielding muscles against her would have made her think she was about to make love to a stone, but for the life burning under the surface and radiating into her. She indulged in the feel of his packed muscles shifting sensually beneath his diamond-smooth scales under her roving hooves. As she felt her husband's narrow point slip into her fold, she arched her back, engulfing his head with her hungry gorge. She clenched the rings of muscle inside her with precision, both drawing the considerable girth in until it pressed against her cervix and massaging it in a milking motion.

The two lovers' lips met as they rocked back and forth against each other. They pecked at each other's faces, necks, and ears with indiscriminate passion. Their hot breath filled what little air was between them as they panted with rising exertion.

Rarity nudged Spike's wrist, twisting her body at the same time to roll him over onto his back. She pulled herself back as she took her position on top of him, her vulva having consumed his trembling rod to its base. Her eyes stared wildly at him, framed by a mussed mane which added to the effect. Her smile was crooked and she licked her lips greedily as she looked up and down his body.

"Wh-what are you up to?" Spike asked between gasps for air.

Rarity reached over and put a hoof to his lips. "Shush, now. Let me do this for you."

Spike raised an eyebrow skeptically. "Are you sure this is for me?"

Rarity smirked and gave him a coy look with one eye, the other hidden behind her wavy mane. With that as her only answer, she slid forward on his abs while tilting her hips up, letting half of his shimmering shaft spill out of her before reversing course and rocking her hips back down, occluding the glorious appendage once more. Her sopping lower lips squished onto his pelvis, and when she lifted off again thick, milky strands pulled between them, as if trying to keep their bodies as close to each other as possible.

The rhythm began slowly at first, letting them enjoy the sensations of each individual position, but Rarity's desire wouldn't allow that to last. She began to increase speed steadily, until her hips were a pendulum of constant motion. Her eyes rolled back in her head, and she had to brush her mane away from her face, holding her upper body off Spike with one hoof. She moaned and muttered her husband's name in a state of delirium. Her mind was filled with the static of piquing pleasure, and she felt her muscles tightening in anticipation while the piece of her husband that she held fast inside her began to expand even more, twitching threateningly.

"Daddy!" a voice pierced through the couple's fog. "Mommy!"

Spike's wings flared out and he covered Rarity with them as he rolled over, pulling the comforter crudely over their bodies as he did. He poked his head up from the covers to see the bedroom door swinging open, revealing their daughter standing wide-eyed in its frame. "C-Crystal Clarity?"

Crystal padded hesitantly into the room and looked around. "What were you doing with Mommy, Daddy? It sounded rather cake-coffeeness."

Spike and Rarity exchanged two and a half glances at this. Spike cleared his throat and very slowly removed himself from his wife's inner sanctum, grimacing as his wife gave him a silent look of displeasure. "Well... Honey... we were just... ah... wrestling."

Crystal squinted accusingly at her father, putting her front hooves on the foot of their bed. "Daddy, you always said I can't play after I go to bed."

"Uh, well..." Spike said, turning his head toward his wife. "Rarity?"

"What your father meant," Rarity said as she glared at Spike, who had pulled the covers over the bottom of his face, only his eyes peeking out apologetically. "Is that we were actually hugging. Rather... ah... vigorous hugging that can sound like wrestling because... it's just so... vigorous. But completely normal for two ponies who love each other very much to do!"

"Oh," Claire said, her face betraying her confusion. She let it go quickly, however, and hopped all the way onto the bed. "Mommy, I had a nightmare."

"I see..." Rarity said, her face tight.

"Mmph," Spike said, quickly slipping out of the bed and walking quickly toward the bathroom.

"Spike?" Rarity asked as she tracked his movement into the bathroom. She cocked her head as she heard the toilet flush. The sound of water from the sink came next, followed by a rapid brushing noise.

"Did Daddy forget to brush his teeth?" Claire asked.

Rarity nodded absently. "Ahh... yes. Yes, he did. Silly Daddy."

Crystal giggled as Spike reemerged from the bathroom, smacking his refreshed lips. Rarity caught his gaze and gave him a questioning eyebrow. His pinched expression told her all she needed to know as she noted the absence of the condom they had just been using.

"Well, Crystal Clarity," Spike said. "Would you... ah... like me to tuck you back into bed? Maybe read you a story?"

A wrinkle appeared between Crystal's brows as she looked woefully up at her father. "C-can... can I sleep with you and Mommy, tonight?"

Spike bit his bottom lip and looked to his wife. Her face was running a wide gamut of emotions, as well, but he knew that they would have to settle on a decision quickly. "Of course you can," he said. He went to the wardrobe and found a small blanket before crawling back under the comforter. "You've had a pretty traumatic night, haven't you? We couldn't ask you to spend the night alone after all that."

"Thank you, Daddy!" Crystal said, bouncing over to him and wrapping her clawlike hooves around his neck.

Rarity frowned at her daughter for a moment, but shook it off, replacing it with a warm smile as she reached over and pulled Crystal into a hug, kissing the top of her head. "I'm so sorry you had a bad dream, my darling. Would you like your daddy to tell you a story to replace all those nasty thoughts?"

"Yes, ma'am!" Crystal said, throwing her arms in the air.

"Curl up next to me," Spike said. When she did so, he draped her blanket over her, tucking it under her tightly. "Now, I'll tell you the story of the brave dragon who save his princess from the evil Diamond Dog bandits!"

"Spi-i-ike," Rarity said, squinting an eye at him. "Are you quite certain that's appropriate?"

"What?" Spike said with a grin. "It has a happy ending."

Rarity rolled her eyes, but couldn't help smiling. "Very well."

Spike and Crystal Clarity squeed happily. “Alright,” Spike said, patting his daughter gently. “A long time ago there was a beautiful pony princess and a brave dragon knight…”

Rarity leaned against Spike’s arm, ignoring for the moment the heavy ache of continually interrupted coitus settling in her gut as he recited the tale. Though he stayed relatively still so that she could rest comfortably on him, the inflection of his voice was full of energy and the way he changed his voice and even speech mannerisms for each character really added drama that she could appreciate. Her daughter could, as well, as her wide eyes and smile attested. However, as the story wound down, with the bandits defeated and the princess freed, she began to succumb to the clarion call of Luna’s domain. Rarity watched in fascination as Crystal’s eyelids seemed to get heavier, her head nodding precariously, until she finally surrendered to blissful sleep.

“... and they all lived happily ever after,” Spike said, stroking his daughter’s mane tenderly. He gazed at his softly snoring daughter with paternal pride, giving her a light pat on the head. He turned to look at his wife, amusement playing at his lips. “What? You’re giving me a weird look.”

Rarity uttered a restrained chortle and pulled her husband to her. “Darling, you just don’t know how much I admire you.”

Spike cleared his throat. “I… uh… well, thanks.” He grimaced uneasily and sank down into the covers. “I love you, Rarity,” he said, leaning over to peck her on the lips before setting his head down on his pillow and closing his eyes.

“Darling?” Rarity said, prompting Spike to crack open an eye to regard her. “What do you think you’re doing?”

Spike turned his head. “Well, uh… since Crystal Clarity’s gone to sleep, I figured we might as well get some shut-eye, too. You still have to get up in the morning for Sapphire Shores’ pick-up, right?”

Rarity lay her body halfway on his and pressed her muzzle to his snout, her eyes fluttering seductively. “Darling… we haven’t finished, here.”

“But, uh…” Spike glanced at his slumbering daughter nervously. “Crystal’s here… what… what if she wakes up?”

Stealing a thoughtful glance at her daughter, Rarity pouted. “I cannot have my own daughter boxouting me.”

“Er,” Spike responded dumbly.

Rarity’s face set into a determined frown as she stared down her husband. “Now you listen here, Spike. I work long, hard hours making fabulous dresses. I have scant hours in the day I can spend with you and Crystal Clarity, and that time is perhaps more stressful than my work! I need release, Spike.” She moved her mouth closer to his earfin and whispered in a low, husky voice. “I need you, Spike. Inside me. Now.”

Spike reached over, grabbing the last condom they had and tearing it open. He frantically fumbled with the circle of latex, attempting to feel for which side was the inside. His desperate race was cut short, however, when one of his sharp talons went through the center. He gasped.

Eyes wide, Rarity stared at the broken condom. “No… nonononono…”

“I-I’m sorry, Rare,” Spike said. “I… I’ll get more tomorrow, okay? Maybe we can…”

“No,” Rarity said, fixing her husband with a frenzied glare. “No, I can’t wait any longer.” She lowered herself to her belly and flicked her tail up as she spread her legs. Her hips rocked upward as she slipped a hoof under her mound to reveal her reddened blossom.

“B-but,” Spike protested. “Twilight’s research. There’s no way I can… I mean, even if I pull out there’s a pretty high risk…”

Rarity bit her lip and gave her husband a watery-eyed look. “Spikey… I want it. I mean… I’d love to have another foal. Seeing the way you are with Crystal Clarity, I know we could handle it, and I know another foal would bring enough happiness into our lives to counter the stress.”

Spike jerked his head back, struck by her words. “Really?”

“Yes,” Rarity said, giving him a small smile. “Besides, it’s been ever so long since I’ve felt you come inside me for real. I suppose you could say I’ve missed it.”

“O-okay,” Spike said, slowly mounting her as he kept an eye on Crystal Clarity’s unconscious form. He pulled the thick comforter tight over them, and blindly poked at Rarity’s posterior until he found her slippery duct and pushed inside.

Sure enough, the Crystal Clarity’s Parents Are Having Fun Radar™ went off, and she rolled over onto her back, her legs flopping precariously close to them. A small choking noise came from her open mouth as her belly expanded.

Spike slowly snaked his tail out from the covers and nudged the sleeping filly back over toward her side of the bed, wrapping her small blanket around her as tightly as a tortilla around a burrito. “Okay, that should hold her,” Spike whispered into his wife’s ear.

Rarity looked back at her husband gratefully and closed her legs, letting Spike's flank them as he curled his body and wings over her like a scaley cocoon. She was completely unable to move any of her appendages, which—contrary to expectations—relaxed her. Now completely concentrated on completing their marital duties, she squeezed her ample haunches around his staff even as she began to milk it with the walls of her vagina.

Spike moved slowly, but with a purpose. His hips ground against his wife's, never breaking contact, but his generous member pulling partly out and being pulled back inside the incredibly tight crevice she had made for him. His eyes flicked back toward his daughter, but she was no longer there.

“Rarity!” he whispered. “Crystal, she’s…” He paused as he felt something bump against their covered bodies, and he looked to the side to see a bolt of fabric snuggled against them.

Rarity’s horn lit up, and Crystal, still snoozing soundly, was lifted into the air. She floated back to her position at the other end of the bed where she was gently let back down. “Okay,” Rarity said as she kept her telekinetic grip on Claire, holding her in place. “Keep going, Spike. I’ll make sure she doesn’t go anywhere.”

Sweat had begun pouring from Rarity's body as their combined body heat built up beneath the cover. The feeling of her husband moving inside her and her hoof pressing her bulging pearl right into his shaft made every muscle in the vicinity tense, and a pleasant burn began to build in her lower abdomen. She muffled her excited pants in her pillow so as not to alert the dragon filly laying mere feet from them, occasionally biting the headrest when a tremor from their interlocked portions threatened to give her cause to cry out.

Sharp teeth and a dextrous tongue played at the nape of Rarity's neck. She laughed and moaned into the pillow, the sensations adding to her pleasure as she eagerly increased the rocking of her hips. A tingling sensation began to spread from her center, and she began to move her hoof back and forth as fast as she could against her engorged chickpea. She went over the edge, then, her muscles spasming as she opened her mouth into the pillow in a silent scream. She had the sensation of cold water spilling down her legs, though in reality she was spurting hot secretions around her husband’s shaft as she jerked it as far into her as it could go.

Spike’s eyes rolled back into his head as he wrapped his limbs completely around his wife. The powerful waves coursing through Rarity’s body soon pushed him over his tipping point as well, and ropes of hot semen erupted from him, spilling through her cervical membrane undeterred by any obstacle in their magically enhanced trek toward her egg that floated down her fallopian tubes.

Rarity’s head was swimming from a combination of pleasure and oxygen deprivation when the hot seed hit her. The warmth already smoldering within burst into a roaring flame and the throbbing of her husband’s roasting meat pounding at her walls drove her into a second round of paroxysms, only kept in check by his strong limbs wrapped tightly around her. The edges of her vision began to go dark and her telekinetic grip on her daughter flickered and died. For a long moment she felt she, too, would perish from the overload. Seconds later, however, her head began to clear, and she sucked in a deep breath of air.

“Are you okay?” Spike asked, a dazed look on his face as he lifted his torso off her body, letting the cool air of their room rush between them.

Rarity shuddered, feeling another much lighter twitching take her as he removed his naked member from her spent nook. She licked her lips, but found her tongue to be as dry as they were. When she turned to look at him, though, her eyes were moist with tears which spilled down her cheeks.

“R-Rarity?” Spike said, his chest seizing in panic. “What’s wrong? Did… did I hurt you?”

A smile shone through her tears. “No… I just… I love you, Spikey.” She turned herself onto her back and nuzzled his chest. “Hold me close, darling.”

Spike complied, feeling content as he held his wife to him. “You sure you’re not too hot? I know I’m not exactly an ice box…”

“I’m fine,” Rarity said as she closed her eyes.

A loud snorting came from the other end of the bed where Crystal Clarity still slept. Spike grinned at her as she kicked her blanket wrap open a flopped a leg over.

“Such an adorable little filly,” Spike said. He stroked Rarity’s face. “Gets it from you, I guess.”

“The next one will be absolutely darling like his father, I’m sure,” Rarity said.

“Oh? You already know it’s going to be a colt?” Spike said with a grin. “It could be another cute, lavender filly. Maybe without the magic horns, this time.”

Rarity giggled and threw a leg playfully over her husband’s side. “Not much for those magical outbursts, eh?”

“Not when they involve so much fire,” Spike admitted. “I mean, I can handle it, but after your kid burns a few homes and businesses to the ground…”

“Quite,” Rarity responded, thoughtfully. “Well, whatever our foal is, I’m sure it will be absolutely perfect.”

Spike chuckled. “Yeah. Too bad we’ll have to go back to condoms after its born, though.”

Rarity laughed. “Oh, Spike, don’t be ridiculous!”

“Huh?” Spike said. “Y-you mean… you’ll want more?”

“Oh, absolutely not,” Rarity said with a loving smile. “Two is quite enough.”

“But then…” Spike said, a sinking feeling settling in the pit of his stomach.

“You’re getting a vasectomy.”

Author's Note

Prereader: Imaginary Valued