How to Date Your Dragon

by Gold4tune

Rating: mature
Tags: Random, Slice of Life, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Romance, Spike, Comedy, Rarity, Sex
Length: 5788

A collection of Sparity oneshots set in the universe established by my first story, Twilight Summons Up a Pounding

This is a collection of Sparity oneshots set in the universe established by my currently unfinished, first story. Reading Tsup, while not necessary, it is highly recommended in order to understand the context of these oneshots. Some chapters in this will be nothing but clop, some will have none, and some will have both, depending on how the chapter works out when I type it.

On Hiatus until Tsup is finished

Chapter 1: Hoarding -- story for first 2200 words, then clop for the rest.

Proofread by The Exotic Natasha
Coverart by kilala97, used without permission but will remove it if the artist requests me to
Consider this the theme song to this fic

Published 2014-05-22 01:20:04 UTC
Last updated 2014-05-22 01:20:04 UTC

Hoarding

Rarity watched idly on as Spike dug up a great furrow in the ground, exposing the hidden gems underneath the surface. he was humming a cheerful tune, keeping pace as his claws raked up handfuls of dirt. The fashionista would never say this in such a crude way, but she had to admit, Spike was one good looking dragon.

His powerful muscles clenched underneath his scales as he tossed a rock out of the hole, the thick bands rippling in the midday heat. He didn’t sweat the same way ponies did, but he had picked up the habit of spraying himself with water to cool him down., and of course he had no idea what that did to the mare standing next to him.

He had certainly grown up a lot since he had first come to Ponyville. The once pudgy baby dragon had matured into a positively awe-inspiring example of draconic might. Easily the size of Princess Luna, he was certainly more intimidating than he used to be, and the addition of a set of wings that had sprouted during his second growth spurt only added to that effect.

But Rarity had never felt scared of the drake, sure at times she felt her heart beat a tad faster, but never the less he was the same sarcastic, laid back dragon as he always was . A few ponies, particularly the out-of-towners, had their reservations towards Spike’s relatively new stature, but his simple charisma easily won them over.

It had certainly won Rarity over.

She still remembered when Spike had finally gotten the courage to ask her to dance at one of Fancy Pants’ parties in Canterlot. The wealthy stallion had sponsored one of Rarity’s new fashion lines, and had held a ball of sorts to celebrate its successful launch. Spike, being the absolutely divine assistant that he is, had helped Rarity through the entirety of the line’s development, and as such it was only proper for her to extend the dragon an invitation to accompany her.

After the dragon had woken up from a very Rarity-esque fainting spell, he had blushingly agreed to the mare’s invitation.

Rarity, of course, had made him a brand new suit for the occasion, and while she was taking the dragon’s new measurements, she realized for the first time just how impressive the Spike’s new physique really was. This resulted in a very noticeable blush invading the alabaster mare’s features, which of course the attentive dragon had noticed.

He had asked if something was wrong, and Rarity couldn’t very well tell him that she was “checking out his goods” so to speak. So, she had stammered out how the measurements were completed, although she had only really taking about half of them. Spike had gently cupped her cheek in one of his hands, practically dwarfing it as he did so, and turned her face so he could look into her eyes.

“I’m not going to pry,” he had said, “but I’ll always be here for you if you need me.”

His piece said, he had given her one of his gentle smiles and took his leave, leaving behind a very emotionally confused mare in his wake.

It wasn’t until the next day that Rarity had realized she didn’t have to call Spike back for the rest of his measurements, for somehow she had managed to memorize them.

Two months or so later the duo had found themselves at the ball, both dressed sharply in matching outfits. More than a few stallions had tried their hooves in wooing the mare, and a sizeable number of those were rather genuine in their affections, but Rarity had politely turned down all offers of further personal contact, none of them had really… connected with Rarity in the way she had hoped some would.

It was roughly midway through the ball at this point, and Rarity was chatting amiably to a few lesser nobles, Jet Set and Upper Crust, who weren’t the most intelligent or trend setting ponies, but were genuinely nice ponies, when Rarity had heard somepony politely clear their throat behind her.

She had turned around to see Spike, blushing nervously, with a rose held carefully in his claws.

“May I have the next dance Lady Rarity?” he had said with all the false confidence he could muster.

Well, of course she had to say yes, what kind of friend would she be if she denied him a single dance?

Levitating the rose out of his hand, she had tucked it behind her ear, not really caring the deep scarlet clashed slightly with her dress. She placed her hoof in his, her heart fluttering slightly as Spike lead her onto the dance floor.

She expected Spike to be decent at dancing, or more honestly rather poor at it, but was more than pleasantly surprised to find the Spike was one of the more competent dancers on the floor, leading her through the crowd with a surprising amount of grace for one his size.

“How did you learn to dance like this?” Rarity had asked.

The dragon had blushed, but had kept his eyes locked firmly on Rarity’s own,

“I asked Cadance to teach me. You know, to make sure I didn’t embarrass you or anything.”

The dance ended soon after that, and when Spike had asked for another, who was she to say no?

And so Rarity’s night went, blurring into a mix of dancing, good wine, pleasant music, and a mess of purple and green scales.

It was on the last dance, on the last note’s last vibrato that Spike had masterfully dipped Rarity, supporting her weight as the two of them stared breathlessly at each other. Neither of them had any idea of how it happened, but suddenly their lips were locked together, years of repressed feelings mixing with newly discovered ones as a crowd of ponies watched on.

The rose had fallen unnoticed from Rarity’s mane, forgotten amidst the swirls of passion and romance. It was two days later, after the new couple had returned to Ponyville, when a package arrived from Canterlot.

“Just for posterity,” the note attached had read, “from Fancy Pants and Fleur de Lis.”

And inside the the box, was an ornate glass case containing a single red rose, magically held in stasis. They had put it above the mantle, for posterity.

Spike had moved in a month later.

That was half a year ago now, and their relationship had grown into a fully blown romance, and after working out a fair number of… intimacy issues, both new for absolute certainty that they had found their soulmate.

“Awesome!” Spike cried out, breaking Rarity from her ruminations.

“What is it dear?” Rarity said, trotting over to inspect what Spike had found.

The dragon turned around to reveal the most glorious sapphire she had ever seen. It was, by far, not the largest gem stone they had found together, but it was definitely of the highest quality. The rich blue color of the stone practically glowed in the midday sun, causing the blue rays to spread across the pair’s admiring faces.

“Oh wow, this would great on Sapphire Shore’s latest outfit,” Spike said, “but, I don’t know, this seems a bit to high quality for that,” the dragon shrugged, “but whatever you want to do with it is fine with me.”

Rarity felt something twinge in her heart as she looked the dragon over, she started to search through her recent memories.

“Spike,” Rarity began, “do you think… I take advantage of you?”

And sure enough all her memories, from when he had first arrived in Ponyville to now, clearly showed that was the case. She had used him for a pincushion, all because she had misplaced hers the night before and didn’t want to take the time away from making her latest dress to look for it, and that was when he was a baby. And even this morning he had awoken a full hour before she did for the express purpose of making her breakfast in bed. Never had she done the same for him.

The dragon’s brow furrowed,

“Well, I guess you can say that, but its not like I care.”

“How can you say that?” Rarity had asked,enraged at her own actions, “You deserve better than this.”

A burst of anger flashed through Spike’s eyes, causing Rarity to back peddle slightly before he managed to smother it.

“Listen Rarity,” he said, “the answer to that is a bit complicated, and I’ve been trying to find a good time to explain this to you,” he looked around, “and this seems a good a time as any.”

Spike sat down on his haunches and motioned for Rarity to do the same.

“Remember when Celestia sent you and the girls to convince that dragon to leave his cave? The one who was covering Equestria in smoke?”

Rarity nodded, unsure of where he was going,

“Yes, what a horribly uncouth dragon he was.”

“Well, remember his hoard?”

The fashionista gasped,

“Well how could I not, the jewelry he had in there was absolutely divine!”

Spike nodded,

“Well, remember how there wasn’t a speck of dust on it? You would think that being in a cave with a dragon that snores a forest fire worth of smoke, would cover it in a ton of dirt and soot right?”

Rarity’s lips pursed, now that Spike mentioned it his hoard was disproportionately clean compared to the rest of the cave.

Spike reached out a clawed hand and carefully wrapped it around one of Rarity’s hooves.

“Don’t take this the wrong way Rarity, but you’re my hoard,” he locked his eyes onto Rarity’s, “So that basically means that my favorite thing to do is to take care of you. Seeing you happy, seeing you do what you love to do, really is my favorite hobby.”

“Spike…” Rarity whispered, her eyes beginning to water slightly.

“So believe me, you’re not taking advantage of me because that’s what I really want you do to. I want to know that i’m doing everything I can to take care of you, and if that means being your pincushion for an afternoon, making you breakfast in bed, or carrying three hundred pounds worth of shopping bags, then I’ll do it,” he motioned towards the wagon behind them, almost completely filled with gems, “and those are just tasty rocks to me. Which is why I can do…” he carefully lifted Rarity’s hoof, and with a confident motion, placed the glorious sapphire into it, “this.”

Rarity looked down at her hoof in awe at the casual way in which Spike gave her the gem. She would never expect a dragon, even a darling one such as her Spike, to just give her such a prize. Even she would have some reservations about just giving this stone away, and she was the Element of Generosity.

“Because your smiles are the real gems in my life,” Spike finished.

Rarity felt her heart sore as a small sob escaped her lips,

“Spike…” she choked out, overcome with emotions, “that is the corniest thing I have ever heard.”

The dragon gave her one of his toothy grins as he assuringly patted her hoof,

“Well, that and your plot is really nice too.”

The fashionista immediately froze as she heard that, her face slowly turning from emotional to utter shock.

“Spike!” she exclaimed as her anger overrode her control, “You just had to go and ruin one of the best moments of my life with that, that, crass statement!” she said as she battered the dragon with her hooves.

“What!?” Spike cried out, he hadn’t meant for this to happen. He said that as an honest compliment! “You really do have a nice plot! Its soft and squishy, like a marshmallow!” he responded, happy that he had found a good word to describe Rarity’s rear end.

Obviously it did not have the intended effect.

Rarity blushed heavily as she sputtered out a few more choice phrases before plopping herself back on the ground, facing her back to the dragon as she did so.

“Leave it to a dragon to do this,” she grumbled.

Spike sighed, this is not how he wanted this conversation to go at all.

Using his strength, he reached out and pulled Rarity onto his lap before she could react.

“Spike! Let me go this instant!” she said as she struggled vainly in his grip for a few seconds before giving up. So instead of breaking free, she satisfied herself with crossing her forehooves over her chest and looking pointedly away from her drakefriend.

“Come on Rarity,” Spike said as he nuzzled Rarity tenderly, “I’m sorry."

He then gave Rarity a light nip on her neck, a spot where he knew she was extremely sensitive.

The mare yelped slightly as she jerked in his grasp, but his arms still held her securely in place.

“Stop that,” she ordered, “I’m mad at you.”

Spike looked down at the mare cradled in his lap, she looked positively adorable pouting like this. Well, that and other things.

Spike couldn’t deny the pleasure of having Rarity’s body up against his like this. Everything from her soft fur to the curl in her mane was so perfect that he couldn’t help but smile. Not to mention one of his hands was cradling the very same plot he had complimented earlier.

The dragon pursed his lips, trying to find a good way to lighten the mood. His eyes roamed over her form before he smirked devilishly and leaned downwards.

And blew a wet, sloppy razzberry all over her exposed stomach.

Rarity shrieked and squirmed, the sound somewhere between outraged indignation and hysterical laughter.

“Spike!” Rarity forced out, “stop that! It tickles!”

Spike held the mare still has he sucked in another breath before diving in for a second pass. Rarity could hardly breathe she was laughing so hard, her legs kicking in the air in a vain attempt to find some respite from the onslaught.

When Spike pulled away for a second breathe Rarity saw her chance and took it.

She leaned upwards and planted her lips on his, drawing the dragon into a deep kiss. Spike’s surprise wore off quickly as he began to return the kiss, his arms pulling the mare flush to his body. Rarity’s own legs wrapped around Spike, holding him as close to her as possible.

When the kiss finally broke, it had left both of them panting heavily, flushed faces staring at one another.

Rarity giggled slightly as she finally noticed Spike’s questing hand on her flank.

“Well,” she tittered, “I really do have a nice plot don’t I?”

****

The couple opened the door to the boutique and scrambled inside, leaving the wagon full of gems just inside the door. Their kiss earlier had soon devolved into a very heated make out session, leaving both of them hot and bothered. And despite Spike’s protests, Rarity had insisted that sex on the ground would not be very romantic. So they had rapidly hurried back home, Spike pulling the wagon behind him and the sapphire held carefully in Rarity’s magic.

Once inside, Rarity took a split second to place the sapphire next to the rose, adjusting it to make sure it was in the perfect spot.

The fashionista ran up the stairs, yelping slightly as Spike gave her a choice nip on her curvy rump.

“Spike! don’t give me too many marks!” she giggled as she opened the door to their room, but before she could say anything else Spike came out of nowhere and tackled her to the sizable bed.

The duo bounced slightly before Spike settled his weight on top of the mare, crushing his lips to hers almost immediately. One of his claws buried itself in Rarity’s mane, the other giving the mare’s plot a harsh squeeze.

Rarity may have had the dragon wrapped around her hoof, but they both knew who was really in charge in the bedroom.

The mare moaned at the rough treatment, wrapping her legs around the dragon as his serpentine tongue invaded her mouth. She was completely helpless under his assault, his tongue was easily double the length of hers and Spike knew exactly how to use it.

A lady does demand perfection after all.

“Spike,” Rarity said as they broke apart for a quick breath, “roll on your back. Theres something I want to do.”

Spike had a tendency to turn to his… baser instincts during sex. Early on in their relationship it was most definitely a problem, as Spike holding himself back gave them no shortage of intimacy problems. But when that problem was sorted out, their sex life increased exponentially.

Despite Spike’s tendency, if Rarity asked him to do something he did it… sometimes.

Spike looked down on Rarity with lust filled eyes before rolling himself over, pulling the mare on top of him.

Now it was Rarity’s turn to look down on Spike, who gave him a quick peck on his lips.

“Now Spike,” she instructed, “its my turn to take care of you. You’re going to lie here, and let me do my thing okay?”

Spike nodded and Rarity turned around, positioning herself face to crotch with Spike’s dual members. As always, Rarity melted a bit inside when she saw how large her dragon’s members were. They were much larger than an average stallions, the same color scheme as Spike’s body and were perfectly rigid and knobbed to give her as much pleasure as possible. And the fact that there was two of them helped a lot, not to mention how deliciously dirty Rarity felt when she took them both at the same time.

Rarity reached out a hoof and grabbed ahold of the the member closer to her. Already a fair amount of pre-cum was leaking from the head, lubricating Rarity’s hoof as she began to stroke up and down.

She always marveled at the warmth of Spike’s flesh when she had the oppurtunity to feel it like this, it practically felt as if she was laying on top of a furnace. Her muscles began to relax as the heat soaked into them, leaving her in a wonder mixture of relaxation and horniness.

Spike rumbled as Rarity’s second hoof joined the first, each taking a side of one of his sizable members as they slowly jacked him off. His gaze was dominated by Rarity’s marehood. Already it was flushed with blood, her outer lips spreading open to give a peak at the hidden treasures within.

Rarity leaned forward and drew her tongue along Spike’s member, collecting as much of his precum as she could. Oh how she loved that salty taste, how it practically dominated her senses at every turn.

She licked again, and again, and again, each time increasing in frequency and enthusiasm until she was treating Spike’s cock like a lollipop. Her tongue dancing to and fro with a single purpose in mind.

Soon enough Rarity opened her mouth wide and took the tip into her mouth, her hooves switching to the other cock to continue their stroking. The mare moaned lewdly as she began to suckle Spike’s precum directly from the source. The heady mixture flooded her mouth with the taste of pure sex, and Rarity was helpless to do anything but be swept away by it.

Rarity sucked Spike’s cock deeper and deeper, the thick pole spreading her lips wide as she pushed herself downwards. She had no idea how she managed to fit such a thing in her mouth, but neither did she really care as her tongue enthusiastically went back to its work from before.

By now, Rarity’s marehood was practically drenched in her feminine juices. A large amount of it dripping down into Spike’s waiting mouth. She could feel Spike’s warm breath rush across it with every movement of his chest, and she wiggled desperately as she tried to relieve some of the tension.

Fortunately, Spike was willing to help her. He brought up his hands and grabbed ahold of Rarity’s supple plot, the creamy flesh spilling out around his fingers. Using a fair amount of force, he pulled his feast down to him. Rarity was about to say something about how it was her turn to take care of him, but any protests quickly died on her tongue as Spike’s plunged into her quivering marehood.

The dragon’s tongue, which so expertly conquered Rarity's mouth earlier, was just as adept at hitting every single point of pleasure inside of her. While not as broad as a pony’s tongue, the sheer length and strength of it easily picked up any missed ground. Spike happily buried his muzzle in Rarity’s glorious plot as he thrust his tongue inside her, instinctually growling as her taste quite literally flooded his senses.

Rarity couldn’t help but let out a low, keening wail as Spike’s tongue writhed inside her. The tactile appendage hitting every single one of her pleasure points. In and out Spike thrust his tongue, fucking her like a miniature cock, causing Rarity to squeal as her inner walls clamped down on the invading appendage.

Amidst the sea of pleasure Rarity threw herself into her task with wild abandon. Sucking Spike’s draconic cock with every ounce of skill that she possibly could. Down and down she went, and before long the pointed head of Spike’s cock was poking against the back of her throat, seeking entrance into the tunnel beyond. Her hooves were flying up and down his lower member, well lubricated by Spike’s plentiful precum. Rarity shifted her position, lining her throat up with Spike’s member, and with a final deep breath, the head popped into her throat.

Rarity could feel her throat stretching around the cock buried in it, her nostrils flared as she sucked in as much air as possible. When she had first attempted doing this, Rarity’s gag reflex had kicked in with a vengeance, which had severely put a damper on the night. But over the past few months, and a few tips here and there, Rarity had certainly trained herself well, something that Spike made no secret he was very grateful for.

She could feel Spike’s chest rumble under her as she lowered her head down his length, sending the most pleasant vibrations up through her marehood. His claws shifted on her plot, the points digging into her flesh just hard enough for her to know that they’re there. The slight pain sent Rarity’s mind into a tailspin. The act of making love to a dragon was still a huge turn on to her, despite her… intimate familiarity with it.

Eventually Rarity’s muzzle softly brushed against Spike’s crotch, her breath dancing across the sensitive scales. She could feel Spike’s second member running up the center of her face, pulsing in time with his heartbeat.

Oh how Rarity loved this feeling. She wouldn’t call herself a slut per say, but having one of Spike’s towering pillars of masculinity buried in her mouth had rapidly become one of her favorite things to do. The sheer heat of it radiated through her entire body, the taste, smell, and feel of it dominated her every sense. her entire world boiled down to this one single thing.

Well, that lasted only for a second before one of Spike’s claws began to tease her plothole, poking and circling the ring of muscle as his tongue continued its exploration of her nethers. Rarity moaned as she felt a claw gently force its way inside of her, stopping just before Spike’s first knuckle. He gently twisted his finger around, stretching the entrance in preparation for later.

Rarity pulled herself of off Spike’s cock until only the head was left inside. She took a deep breath, and plunged downwards once again, not stopping until the entirety of the cock was buried in her throat once again.

And so this continued, Rarity plunging and stroking each of Spike’s cocks, and Spike skillfully tongue fucking her with his lithe appendage. Neither of them really knew how long this went on, but neither did they care. They were both lost in the taste of the other, their minds completely devoted to the task at hoof.

Suddenly Spike’s tongue doubled over, the body of it still buried in Rarity’s snatch, but the tip ficked out to play with her now protruding clit. The mare squealed loudly as an orgasm
rocketed through her body, her juices exploding out from her to coat the dragon below. Her vision exploded into stars as she screamed around Spike’s cock, who was still buried in her throat. Her hips shook lewdly in the air as she did her best to hump Spike’s tongue.

The mass of vibrations suddenly assaulting his cock caused Spike to quickly follow his mate into an orgasm, his entire body stretching taught as his cum barreled up his dual lengths. Rarity pulled back instinctively, wanting to savor the taste of Spike’s cum on her tongue rather than have it shoot directly into her stomach.

One of the first ropes of cum splattered into her mouth, drenching the orifice in heated draconic spunk as the mare held her tongue out eagerly, not wanting to spill a single drop of the delicious salty fluid. The rope from the second cock barreled directly into her face, completely drenching the mare in the warm cum.

The rest of Spike’s orgasm was much the same, one cock firing directly into Rarity’s hungry mouth. She had to swallow more than a few times to prevent The second painting the mare’s face and mane in a sea of pearly cum, one of the only times Rarity didn’t mind having herself covered in something not spa-approved.

When their orgasms finally ended they were left as little more than piles of sex drenched flesh.

Taking her time, Rarity slowly brought a hoof to her face and began to collect as much of Spike’s cum on her face as she could before transferring it to her mouth. She savored the heady taste of it for a few moments before swallowing, making room for the next load from her hoof.

Eventually, after Rarity had declared herself adequately clean, she turned around to come face to face to a very eager dragon. She gave him a wide smile, opening her mouth to show him the last bit of his cum in her mouth before exaggeratingly swallowing it.

Wordlessly, Spike reached down with one of his claws and lined his cocks up with Rarity’s entrances. The mare mewed as she felt herself beginning to spread around Spike’s members. Sadly, the angle wasn’t quite right for penetration, causing Spike to have to shift his position. He moved backwards until his back was leaned up against the headboard, holding Rarity precariously above his members.

The mare in question was shifting uselessly in Spike’s grasp, doing her best to push herself downwards. Noticing her distress, Spike leaned down and wordlessly captured her lips with his once again as he began to lower Rarity down. The mare’s entrances stretched greedily to allow his members entrance, wrapping around him in an agonizingly pleasureful squeeze.

Rarity moaned into the kiss as she felt herself being forced open, nothing but sheer pleasure assaulting her mind as she was double penetrated. The first few times Rarity had taken one of Spike’s cocks up her plot she had experienced a fair bit of pain, but after a rather large amount of practice, her plothole had become accustomed to the intruder, and was just as sensitive as her marehood.

Spike lowered her at an excruciatingly slow pace, drawing out the penetration for as long as possible. She could feel every ridge and knob on Spike’s cocks in intimate detail, she was so tightly wrapped around him she could probably draw his cocks from the pleasure alone.

“Ohhhhh….” Rarity mewed as more and more of Spike’s cock forced their way into her, she was still in disbelief about the sheer size of these things. Even after months of dating the drake she still hadn’t wrapped her mind around it.

Rarity hardly realized when her groin first pressed up against Spike’s, only when her squirming resulted in her grinding her clit up against Spike’s scales did she finally notice. She squirmed and writhed in place, reveling in the utter fullness that came with bucking Spike.

Spike lifted Rarity upwards, grinding his cocks against her inner walls as he did so. He lifted her until only the twin heads of his cocks here inside her, and then froze. Spike broke their kiss and pulled back, leaving a very distraught Rarity behind.

“Wha-?” she began as Spike gave her a devilish smirk.

With his draconic strength, Spike suddenly forced Rarity downwards, burying himself completely in her in a split second. The mare let out a sound somewhere between a shriek of pleasure and a strangled gasp as she impacted the dragon’s crotch.

Rarity hardly had time to catch her breath before Spike lifted and dropped her once again.

“Spike!!!” she cried out again and again in pure, unadulterated pleasure as the dragon picked up a ruthless pace.

Rarity was little more than a rag doll as Spiked fucked her up and down, their entertained sexes making wet squelching noises with every impact of crotch against crotch. Her cum-filled mane bounced around her, accompanying the ripples that spread across her flesh as the pounding continued.

By Celestia how Rarity loved this feeling. The complete lack of control when Spike really got into things, but that was tempered by the complete and utter trust in the fact that Spike would never do anything that would hurt her.

Well, at least in a way she didn’t want to be hurt.

One of Spike’s hands came down and harshly spanked Rarity’s plot, the supple flesh jiggling in a most appetizing way as the mare screamed out in utter ecstasy. Her plot cheek rapidly grew red, and not wanting to leave things uneven, Spike brought his other hand down on her other cheek.

Rarity’s mind was swept away in a sea of sensations. She was sent barreling from one to the next as Spike bounced her up and down his cocks. She felt the sheer amount of her marecum weeping from her, serving little purpose other than to lubricate the massive fuckpoles impaling her.

With a sudden motion, Spike pushed forwards. Making it so that Rarity was on her back as his weight settled on top of her. His members remained buried to the hilt inside her as his wings spread out protectively over her. He planted his forelegs on either side of Rarity’s head, gaining the necessary stability to go about his task.

He planted his lips on hers once again as he resumed bucking her.

Spike rocked down into the mare, his powerful muscles clenching visibly under his skin as he pounded her with all his strength. Rarity was helpless to do anything other than scream her pleasure to the heavens as her body was pounded into submission.

Rarity could feel her excess marecum weeping to the sheets below her, her crotch sticky with the cocktail of sex. Her once carefully sculpted mane was now little more than a mass of purple, cum covered hair, splayed out around her head in sticky strands. She could hardly feel her legs at this point, them having lost sensation long ago.

Spike was huffing and grunting above her, his mind reveling in the feeling of Rarity’s holes stretched tight around him. He could feel them milking his dual lengths, trying to coax his draconic spunk from them in a messy explosion. His hips impacting against Rarity’s sent a harsh smacking sound throughout the room with every hit, the stinging sensation sending Rarity’s mind into even more of a tail spin.

On and on and on Spike went, his display of draconinc endurance was nothing short of awe inspire as he kept up his relentless pace which, to Rarity at least, seemed to go on forever. But both of them could feel their sex approaching its climax, and they both began to move even more erratically against each other, eager to reach the coming storm.

Rarity screamed loudly as heated draconic spunk suddenly flooded into both her holes, the thick pearly fluid thoroughly covering her inner walls and rapidly filling her hungry womb and bowels to the brim. The force of it battering against her quickly sent Rarity into her own orgasm, her muscles clamping down on Spike’s cock with an iron grip as crest after crest of pleasure rolled over her.

Rarity’s feminine scream was accompanied by an equally loud roar by Spike, his head raised high as he roared out his claim on the mare below him. Screaming out his victory with every spurt of his cocks. The sheer volume of seed he was pumping into the mare quickly filled her to the brim, and he felt his excess cum leaking out of their intertwined sexes.

Eventually, their orgasms ended and Spike collapsed wearily downwards, but taking care enough to fall to the side of Rarity instead of on top of her. The mare herself was limp at this point, her mind struggling to restart itself. Spike slipped a wing under her and pulled her sex covered body closer to his and wrapped his second wing around her, cocooning her protectively as they both basked in the afterglow of their lovemaking

“I”m going to need a bath later,” Rarity said softly as she snuggled into the dragon.

“I’ll get up in a bit and draw one for you,” Spike whispered back, “but I’m going to need a little nap first.”

Rarity smiled and buried herself a tad deeper,

“Take all the time you need darling.”.

Author's Note

Alright, that was a fun one to write. I got this in my head while I had massive writer's block for the next chapter of Tsup so I just decided to write this. As of now, this fic will probably not update until Tsup ends, and for those of you who couldn't tell this takes place after that ends. Either way, I hope you enjoyed my second bit of Sparity clop, it was a fun one to write. As always, all the thanks go to Natasha for proofreading this, she's always a huge help.

For those of you who haven't read Tsup yet, I highly suggest reading that if you liked this. Be sure to like and follow me for more updates and stories in the future.

That's it for now,
Gold4tune out, pce o7