“Spike! Spike, where are you? I have a package from Rarity!”
A large purple and green blur shot down the stairs and across the library before Twilight could even close her mouth, grabbing the white-wrapped box she held aloft with her magic and racing back up the stairs. Twilight watched her developing dragon go in amusement, before turning back to a confused Derpy Hooves hovering in the front doorway. “He’s been hoping for that for a while. So anyway, will you be joining me at Zecora’s tonight?”
Derpy blushed and saluted, before turning around and flying away to the next stop on her mail route. Twilight watched the grey-coated pegasus go, licking her lips as she admired that bubble butt. “I am gonna wreck that ass.”
*
Back upstairs in the room he and Twilight shared, a few years older and a few inches taller Spike sat on Twilight’s bed and proceeded to, with the utmost care, unwrap and open the gift from his most beloved Rarity. His eyes widened and his cheeks lit up in a blush, a familiar tingling starting in his groin at the sight before him. Reaching into the box he lifted out, in order, a light-pink nurse’s hat with a red cross emblazoned on the front; a light-pink sleeveless nurse’s dress that barely went down to his thighs; a pair of neon-pink panties with matching silk stockings and silk evening gloves; and black high-heeled shoes. Each item was perfectly sized to Spike’s body and bore a purple lipstick imprint of a kiss, Rarity’s signature to her Spikey-Wikey.
Spike set each piece of clothing down onto the bed beside him, and then took out the card at the bottom of the box and read it aloud.
“To my Beloved Spike. Hoping to see him and his new clothes on next week’s Nightmare Night. Love, Rarity.”
Spike sighed, wondering if hearts had appeared in his eyes as he set the card down and stood up. He looked back at the pile of new clothing sitting on the bed and giggled. His excitement for the next hour or so showed itself in his half-hard cock, all seven inches drooping down between his legs.
First Spike put on the panties, stepping into them one leg at a time and wriggling them up to his groin. He struggled for a moment to squeeze his cock and balls in, but the resulting lewd bulge they made in the fabric was more than worth the effort in his eyes. After that came the nurse’s dress, sheer and frill-less to better accentuate his wide hips and plump ass and an open back to let his spines stick out. The bulge of his cock and balls in the panties stuck out from under the dress.
“Mmm, Rarity is so thoughtful like that….”
Next came the white stockings. Here Spike had to go extra slow and careful, taking almost a minute to slide each silk stocking up its leg to the thigh or else tear the delicate fabric with the claws on his feet. The final result however was a delightfully snug fit.
“Rarity, you spoil me, heehee.”
Spike licked his lips and fondled himself through the panties, before moving on to the silk, evening gloves. The same bright pink as the panties, these were easier to put on, as Spike kept the claws on his fingers trimmed short. Once done the gloves reached up to his upper arms, snug and smooth against his scales. Spike murred and rubbed over his body, starting at the neck and slowly caressing his way down to fondle his panty bulge once more. His cock was now fully hard and dripping pre, but the flexible fabric Rarity used was able to take the strain with gusto.
His breath coming in short, aroused little gasps now, Spike hastily put on the high-heel shoes, wriggling his toes inside and giggling at the foreign feel. He walked from the bed to the bedroom door once to get used to them, the two-inch heels turning his normal walk into a strut that swayed his hips side to side and kept his rear pushed out. He kept his tail up high for balance, giving anybody looking a nice view of his panty-adorned ass.
Finally, there came the hat. Spike picked it up from the bed and, holding it before him in reverence to the love he felt to it and its maker, strutted his way to the full-length mirror set near the door to downstairs and placed the nurse’s hat atop his head, right in front of his first head-spike. He looked at himself in the mirror, turning left and right and striking various sensual poses to admire himself from every angle. He loved the way the clothes clung to his curves and bulges in just the right places, covering plenty but leaving nothing to the imagination. With his raging erection tenting the panties he seemed the very picture of a naughty nurse.
Twilight passed by the open doorway on her way to the bathroom. “Looking good there, Spikey-Wikey.”
Spike eeped and blushed brighter, but accepted the drive-by praising with a smile and continued his posing. A hand snuck down to rub and squeeze his cock through the panties, eliciting a moan from the horny dragon. Yes, he did look good. And he’d look just as good next week at the “adults-only” Nightmare Night party, to be held in the barn at Sweet Apple Acres. It was going to be the first year for such a thing, and Spike intended to make a lasting impression.
“Especially if Rarity wears the matching outfit, heehee….”
Spike’s rubbing grew faster, more insistent. His breathing quickened, his knees growing weak as he slipped his hand into his panties to rub his aching cock directly. He watched himself in the mirror as he pleasured himself, the lewdness of the moment making his first climax approach hard and fast. With the pleasure, his thoughts went back to last year’s Nightmare Night, to the fateful visit to the Carousel Boutique that changed his life….
*
“Nightmare Night! What a fright! Give us something sweet to bite!”
The childish chant rang through Ponyville as ponies young and old took to the streets, playing games, dancing, and trick-or-treating from door to door. Somewhere Zecora led the fillies and colts of the town around telling the ghost stories and frightful legends, and elsewhere Rainbow Dash was pulling pranks on unsuspecting ponies, while Pinkie Pie ran around like a chicken with her head cut off. Princess Luna’s booming voice could be heard clear across town. So then, it was just an average Nightmare Night for Ponyville.
Spike moved through the crowds in a painted-cardboard suit of armor, modeled after the uniforms of Princess Celestia’s royal guard. He’d grown a few inches in height since that lewd rendezvous with Prince Blueblood in the Canterlot hedge maze those many months ago, though he still retained most of his baby dragon chubbiness, leaving him a noticeable but hardly imposing figure in the crowd.
“Nightmare Night! What a fright! Give us something sweet to bite!”
Somewhere in the distance, the town clock struck nine o’clock. Spike paused at the sound near Sugarcube Corner, setting the gargantuan bag of candy he carried over his shoulder onto the ground. He then pulled out a letter from Rarity he’d gotten just a few hours earlier and read it over once more.
“Spikey-Wikey, come to the Carousel Boutique once the clock strikes nine for your final treat of the evening. I require assistance with some outfits and there’s only one handsome dragon for the job.
“Love, Rarity.”
Spike giggled as he read the last two words over again several more times, before refolding the letter and stuffing it into a pocket in his cardboard armor. He then hefted his candy bag back over his shoulder and began the short trek to Rarity’s place. He didn’t think much about what Rarity needed him for exactly, or what her treat for him was going to be. Just spending some time with his crush was going to be treat enough, to him.
Soon enough Spike stood before the boutique, knocking on the door, a silly grin surely on his face. “Hello, Rarity? It’s me, Spike! I got your letter!”
A blue aura of magic enveloped the doorknob, pulling the door open a few inches. A soft giggle came from inside. “Come in, my dearest Spikey-Wikey~”
With a grin on his face and a hop in his step, Spike pushed the door open the rest of the way and trotted in, having to struggle not to slam it behind him in his excitement. He looked around the main room of the shop, noting that all the curtains were drawn and the bits and pieces of cloth and sewing materials that usually littered the floor in “organized chaos” were all gone. The only items that were left were a small stack of clothes sitting next to a full-body mirror.
“Oh Spiiiiike~”
Spike looked toward the door to the back room, the source of the call, and beheld a sight of utmost beauty. Rarity stood in the doorway, dressed in a floor-length dress of purple silk the color of her mane, with a ribbon tied around her waist the same shade as her coat. Gold slippers adorned her hooves, matched by a gold and purple tiara atop her styled mane.
Spike felt his little dragon thump the inside of her cod piece and blushed. “H-hello, Rarity. You l-look absolutely ravishing!”
Rarity blushed and giggled, stepping from the doorway toward him. “Thank you, darling. Mmm, and you look like quite the dashing knight yourself. The perfect complement to my, mmm, virgin maiden.”
Spike gulped then, something in Rarity’s tone of voice setting bells ringing in his head. He left the entrance, his cock throbbing rather painfully within the too-small cod piece of his costume. “F-fair maiden Rarity, you mentioned something about, um, uh, outfits?”
Rarity met Spike in the middle of the room, her smile growing as she glanced, for a moment, toward the stack of clothes set next to the mirror. In that glance Spike saw a glimmer in her eye he’d never seen before, naughty and perverse. “Mmm, yes, help with outfits… well, it’s a treat too. I’m not blind to the way you look at me, my dear.”
Spike gulped again as she started circling him, feeling like she could see right through his costume to his raging erection. “How I… look at you?”
Rarity giggled and stopped right in front of Spike, her dress rustling and bunching up around her as she sat down. “Oh yes. I, the fair maiden, can’t help but notice the love, the lust, in my handsome knight’s eyes. I’m afraid I’ve teased and dragged you along for long enough. Time for it all to be laid bare, I think.”
Spike opened his mouth to ask how long she’d known about all this and what she meant by laying it all bare, when she went right ahead and showed him. She rolled backward onto her back, her mane and dress cascading around her in the most brilliant display. She spread her rear legs out and grabbed the edges of her dress with her magic, raising it up her body to leave Spike with a clear, mouth-watering view of her private parts. Her lower lips opened and closed with a practiced flex of muscles, winking enticingly at the young dragon.
“Oooh, my brave Sir Spike, take me! Ravage your fair, virgin maiden, sir knight!”
Spike stood there, jaw dropped, eyes wide, erection starting to dent the cardboard cod piece, mind unable to quite grasp what he was seeing. It was like his deepest fantasy come true.
One minute passed. Then two minutes passed. At the two-and-a-half-minute mark Rarity looked up at Spike with a scowl on her face. “I spent three months making this dress and preparing for tonight, so get over here and fuck your fair maiden, damn it!”
Spike snapped from his trance and blushed. “S-sorry. I just… I’ve been hoping for a moment like this for so long… and you’re so beautiful….”
Rarity tittered and made some sort of remark, but Spike hardly heard it as he removed his cardboard armor at a deliberate pace, eyes fixed on the thin, wet slit between the unicorn’s legs. His penis let out a spurt of pre the moment he took off his cod piece. His hands, clammy from his nervousness, found themselves on Rarity’s thighs, lifting her lower body up to align with his thick length.
“Yes, that’s it, dear. Do whatever you want, Spikey-Wikey. I’m yours now.”
Spike bit his lip and pressed the tip of his cock against the lips of Rarity’s pussy, sending tingles of pleasure through him. The briefest of hesitations to savor the moment, let the anticipation build, and then Spike pushed in.
“Nnnnnh… Sp-Spiiiiiike!”
Spike shivered at Rarity’s cry and kept going, sliding in inch after inch until his balls rested against her asshole and the tip of his cock pressed against her cervix, her dress bunched up all around him. Then he stood there a for a moment, eyes half-closed as he basked in the sensations radiating from his crotch, the feel of Rarity’s inner walls pressing against every inch of his dick, squeezing to milk out every drop of his cum. The memory of Prince Blueblood’s tight ass paled in comparison.
“Oooooh… aaahh, ahhhhh….”
Spike took a breath and pulled out as slow as he’d pushed in, listening with pleasure to the moans and whimpers rising from Rarity beneath him as he dragged his cock against her inner flesh until only the head remained inside. Then he thrust in to the hilt, eliciting a moan from both of them.
“Oh my gosh, R-Rarity, you’re so tight!”
“Spikey-Wikey, you’re so big!”
Spike grinned and kept up his thrusting, staying slow and gentle, drawing the moment of intimacy out. He watched as his cock slid in and out of Rarity’s snatch with a lewd “schlick schlick schlick, felt those squeezing folds spread wide around his throbbing shaft as he pushed in, then close as he pulled out. Again, again, again. Tremors ran through him as each push in and pull out forced a moan or gasp from their mouths. His balls churned, filled tight with seed ready to burst out at any moment. Her inner walls squeezed him tight, vice-tight, rippling over his cock like a hungry mouth suckling for his seed—
It happened. Spike bottomed out inside Rarity, tip pressed against her cervix, and cried out as he climaxed.
“Oooooh Spikeeeeyyyyy!”
Spike shook, eyes glazing over as his dick spurted out shot after shot of hot, thick dragon cum, quickly filling up Rarity’s pussy and squirting out around his cock to splatter his legs. A dragon and so semi-magical in nature, Spike shot out more cum than thought possible, the heady scent marking Rarity as his forever. She squealed as the spunk forced its way into her womb, eyes opening wide as her belly began to expand from the amount of cum being forced into her. “Spike… Sp-Spike darling, pull out!”
His beloved’s voice reaching him as if from somewhere far off, Spike forced himself not to lose control as he had with Blueblood and, with incredible difficulty, pulled his still-cumming cock from Rarity’s clenching pussy. Aiming he splattered the last half-dozen shots of cum across Rarity’s dress, staining it with his essence.
“Ohh Rarity, hahh, nnnh….” Spike flopped down on his rump, panting to catch his breath, cock still hard and swaying between his legs. “Oh Rarity, that was amazing.”
Rarity giggled and rolled into a sitting position facing Spike, a hoof rubbing her cum-swollen belly. She made no attempt to close her rear legs or squeeze her pussy shut, allowing Spike a perfect view as his cum practically poured out from within her dress. “Indeed it was. Quite amazing. And the night is far from over, my little dragon peasant.”
Spike blinked, caught off-guard by this last statement, and stayed sitting where he was as Rarity looked over to the nearby piles of clothing. Her horn shone with magic as she lifted the top item from the pile and unfolded it, revealing it to be a crudely-stitched shirt and cap, like the kind worn by the actors for the earth pony peasants in the Hearth’s Warming Eve play. “R-Rarity?”
She looked back at him, a sudden cold scowl crossing her face, though her eyes still revealed a glimmer of her affection for him. “Hush, you! Filthy peasants like yourself should know their place and only speak when spoken to!”
Spike yelped and squirmed as Rarity’s magic picked him up, only able to offer a token resistance as she forced the outfit onto him, cheeks burning red as he was put into the position of servitude. Yet as he was lowered back to the floor on his feet his cock throbbed hard and aching between his legs. He began to have an idea of what she was going for. “Rarity, this feels—”
The sharp sting of a riding crop against a butt cheek made him yelp again and jump. Rarity looked up at him from where she still lay on her back, legs spread, a cold smile on her face making for an almost perfect act. “I don’t believe I told you to speak, little drake. I won’t have to warn you again, will I?”
Spike opened his mouth to say no, but the sight of Rarity raising the crop again quickly made him settle for a shake of the head.
“Good.” Rarity set the riding crop beside her, her gaze making Spike feel half his size. Then she gestured down at her cum-coated dress and swollen belly. “Look what you’ve done to me, peasant! How dare you presume to stain your lady’s gown with your commoner seed?!”
Spike eeped and fell to his knees, clasping his hands together in a pleading gesture as he got into the play. “I, I’m so sorry, my lady! I was stupid! A fool! A clod! Oh, however might I make it up to you?”
Rarity’s smile turned vicious. Lifting her dress up to give a clear view once more of her over-stretched lower lips, gooey dragon-cum still oozing out, she spoke only two words. “Clean. Me.”
Spike needed no further command. He dove forward, pressing his lips to Rarity’s and plunging his tongue deep into her pussy. She let out one choked scream, head thrown back and forehooves going to the back of his head, and then she fell into incoherent babbling as his three-foot tongue set to work.
“Aaaaugh! Nnngh! Oooouuuahhhh, ahhhhh! Fu-fu-fu-fuuuuuuck yes yes yeshhhhhhhiiiiiit! Nnnnnnnnggghhhhhh! E-eat me you dirty dragon!”
Spike never expected his first experience of a mare’s special place to be one filled to the brim and beyond with cum, much less his cum, but he’d be lying if he said the experience was a bad one. He swirled his tongue over and across his lover’s inner walls, pleasuring her as he slurped up his creamy load and her femjuices. Her squeals and moaning spurred him on to delve deeper into her folds with his tongue, while with his upper lip he teased at her clit. This especially seemed to send shivers through her quaking body.
“Nnnngh… y-yes… g-good peasaaaannnnt….”
Spike’s cock throbbed at these words. He pushed deeper into Rarity’s lower folds, not minding as their combined juices gushed out onto his face and flooded his mouth. It was delicious, and whatever floated Rarity’s boat was fine with him.
Long before Spike was able to get his fill of their mixed fluids though, Rarity pushed him back once more with her magic. He remained kneeling where he sat, licking his lips and savoring the remaining flavor in his mouth while she, with the utmost daintiness, removed the cum-splattered gown she wore. Cock still hard, aching, drooling pre into a puddle beneath him, Spike watched with bated breath as the mare he loved made alterations to the dress on the spot with her magic, shrinking it down a size, simplifying the ruffles, shortening the sleeves and neck, scooping more of his cum leaking from her over-stuffed pussy and rather artfully splattering the dress more.
When she looked over at him it was with an almost evil smirk, eyes glinting with mischief and lust. “Are you ready for the final game of our little date, Spikey-Wikey?”
He nodded and stood up, holding his arms out, already knowing what she planned and, though his cheeks still lit up in embarrassment, looking forward to it.
The dress slipped over his head easily enough, the cum staining it feeling warm and sticky as the silk clung close to his scales, the lower folds barely reaching past his thighs and clumping over his throbbing shaft. Next a pair of black opaque stockings slid up one leg and then the other to his thighs; a pair of short opera gloves, almost like mittens, leaving him unable to grip anything. A pair of tall, glossy high heels next, causing him to fall forward onto all fours where he stayed. Spike yelped once as a hard tug forced his head up, an almost-too-tight collar clicking onto his neck, a strap leading from it to a similar collar forcing his tail up. Stuck there like that on all fours in that purple dress, head and tail forced up, a warm breeze teasing his exposed cheeks and anal ring, Spike felt like little more than a dressed-up toy for his mistress Rarity.
Hooves clip-clopped across the floor as Rarity circled him once more, that naughty look back on her face as Spike felt her gaze dragging across his body. She was licking her lips and holding an empty vial of some sort with her magic, yet even as he watched she chucked the vial into a nearby wastebasket. He opened his mouth to ask what that had been, but the question turned into a gasp, his eyes widening and heart rate increasing as between Rarity’s rear legs grew a fat, throbbing, musky cock, big enough to give Prince Blueblood’s a run for its money, the head broad and flat and glistening with pre as it drooped down nearly to the floor from its own weight. Beneath him his own shaft gave a throb, a shot of pre wetting the hem of his dress.
Rarity giggled, circling around to behind him; the collar kept him from turning his head enough to follow her. “My my,” she said, voice dripping with amusement and affection, “Does pretty little Princess Spike like what he sees? I knew you would, darling.”
Spike couldn’t have stood up even if he’d wanted to. His legs had failed him, his body turned to weak, unresisting jelly in the heady scent of his beloved’s shaft. A sudden warm breath against his rear made him gasp, a shudder running through him before he eagerly, needfully, spread his legs wider to give better access to his tight, winking anal ring.
Rarity giggled behind him again, but said nothing; the time for words was over. Instead another hot breath blew over his rear, before a wet, wriggling tongue circling his hole made Spike gasp again. He groaned and relaxed back toward Rarity, mouth hanging open and eyes half-closed as Rarity swirled her tongue around and over his ass until his scaled glistened with spit, prodding once, twice, three times at his tight ring before gripping his thighs with her hooves and pushing her tongue in.
“Nnngh!”
Spike was in heaven. He was Rarity’s, totally her’s. He was her pet, her plaything, her dirty little maiden. His claws clenched against the insides of his mittens and his ass clenched around her tongue, his breathing growing faster, shallower as she swirled her tongue around and against his inner walls the same as he had done to her seemingly ages ago. His cock felt ready to explode, his balls looking like they’d doubled in size from the buildup as he held himself in, refusing to cum, refusing to let out one more drop of dragon seed until his beloved told him to.
The tongue pulled out all of a sudden, leaving Spike panting and feeling horribly, horribly empty. The next moment though this thought was blasted away as a heavy weight settled itself on his back, Rarity’s front hooves appearing to the left and right of his head and something big and wet pressing against his slightly-widened asshole. A grunt of effort from Rarity, a thrust of the hips pressing against his upraised tail, and three inches of that hoof-thick dick buried themselves inside.
Spike screamed. Pleasure and pain both radiated from his rear, making his limbs tremble and his cock further wet his dress with another shot of pre. Tears stung at the corners of his eyes, but before Spike could do or say anything else Rarity was there, lips against his, tongue pushing into his mouth and wrapping around his tongue. He eagerly kissed her back, their breathes hot as they mingled together, every ounce of her true, genuine love for him coming through and pushing the pain away.
Spike wriggled his rear to show he was ready. Rarity grunted in response and pulled her hips back until only the head remained, and then thrust four inches in. Spike groaned, shuddered, pushed back against her as pleasure and pain, though less pain this time, coursed through him. They kissed again and she pulled out then thrust forward again, each time pushing in a little deeper until with a thrust all 13 inches of that fat, beautiful cock were buried deep inside Spike. Looking down as best he could in the brief pause between thrusts, Spike could only blush at the sight of his dress-covered belly bulging obscenely with the size of Rarity’s cock, the shape of her head almost recognizable through the silk and his weak, pliable body.
Then Rarity pulled back and thrust in and all thoughts were driven from Spike’s lust-addled mind. She hammered his ass, a lewd slapping sound filling the air as their hips collided, the wet SLICK SLICK SLICK of her cock driving in and out of his tight, squeezing asshole filling the boutique, their grunts and groans and moans echoing out into Luna’s night as they descended to a rushed, animal lust. Spike’s eyes rolled up, tongue hanging limp from his slack mouth as his body stretched around his lover’s shaft, insides shifting and balls churning as they SLAP SLAP SLAPPED against his belly from the force of her thrust rocking him forward. His claws pierced the gloves and dug into the floor below—Rarity’s teeth ground hard on one of Spike’s sensitive earfins, sending him into shudders—his arms gave out, Spike’s face flattening into a pool of his own pre and cum as Rarity continued plowing him—screams, lustful, orgasmic screams, his or hers, impossible to tell—deeper, deeper, the world rolling around the two lovers as a final thrust, a bottoming out, a burst—
“AAAAAAAUUUUGGHHHH!”
Their voices were one and the same as the pair fell to the side, both lost in orgasmic bliss as their bodies went on autopilot. Spike shook, gasping up mouthfuls of his fluids from the floor as he felt wave after endless wave of Rarity’s cum pour into his insides. His claws scrabbled at the floor, his mind shattered as his dress swelled, rips appearing as his belly flooded with baby batter. He couldn’t breathe, couldn’t think, could only feel as the hot, gooey cum rushed into his body from Rarity’s magic-created reserves. Minutes seemed to pass as the two lovers pressed against each on the slick, cum-covered floor, Spike’s hands and Rarity’s hooves gripping tight to his cum-swelling belly. There were no sounds but their moans and the squish of their bodies on the floor.
Finally, it finished. They lay there for who knew how long, bodies drenched and aching, Spike swollen like a used condom. By the time his mind returned to him he could hardly breathe. He could feel his beloved’s cum inside his stomach, even rising up higher. He opened his mouth to say something, though he wasn’t sure what, and stared in only a little amazement as cum drizzled from his mouth. Now, perverted as he was, that was a bit much. Not that he couldn’t wait to do it again.
“Mmm…” Rarity held him close from behind, her cock growing soft but remaining in his rear to plug up all the cum. She nibbled playfully on one of his earfins. “Spikey-Wikey… we should play dress-up… again sometime….”
Snores began drifting through the apartment. Spike chuckled, coughed up some more of the cum Rarity had flooded straight through him, and relaxed against her belly, continuing to rub his own as he settled in for a nap himself. Playing dress-up like this again… would be nice….
*
Spike grunted as his climax hit him, several strings of cum shooting from his cock and splattering the mirror in front of him. Panting hard he looked at his cum-stained reflecting, giggling and going back to admiring his sexy nurse outfit as he stuffed his still-raging erection into his tight panties. A wet spot appeared at the tip of the tenting fabric as his shaft released a final spurt of cum for the moment.
Standing up from where he kneeled, Spike went over and licked the mirror clean of his cum. Then he turned and left the room, hopping down the stairs two at a time and heading for the door. The Nightmare Night party wasn’t until next week, but he could think of a few friends who might appreciate an early look at Sexy Nurse Spike.
Outside the sun was shining. His girlfriend loved him and brought out the craziest kinkiness in him. Half the town loved him, while the other half loved him. Yep. Life was good.
Author's Note
This was a fun one to write. Unsure how many more such stories I'll be writing, so I tried to go really all out with this one. I hope you all enjoy it.
