Bury a Big Bone in There!
"Are you sure that you have everything Rarity?" Twilight was nervous, she had worn a conspicuous, black sweatsuit into a high-class neighborhood. She would rather get out while her disguise both held, and didn't get her in trouble.
"I am certain miss. I have plenty of food, a water dish, and a small bed for him. Now get going. We don't know how long he'll wait for you." With a swift thank you, Twilight scrambled into her car, and drove off. Leaving Spike and Rarity to watch her go, with Spike contained in his cage at Rarity's feet. "Well, that girl is certainly in a hurry to get this over with. Still, we should have plenty of time for our fun, Spiky-Wikey." She blushed as her thoughts for the night ran wild. Oh, she had waited for this day.
It wasn't a secret that Rarity liked dogs, but no one quite realized just how much she did. She liked one particular part of their anatomy more than any other, and it was something that normal men just didn't have. It wasn't that she was a whore, goodness knows she wasn't. That was why she picked Spiky-Wikey. He was at least somewhat intelligent, showing interest in her in all the right ways. The only problem was timing, and tonight was perfect. Her little sister was across town with her friends, her parents were on another globe-trotting trek, and her playmate was dropped off to her all like clockwork. All she needed now, was to enjoy the evening with absolute glee.
"Oh little doggie, I can’t wait. Tonight I treat my lit- no. My BIG Spiky-Wikey to something few doggies ever get the chance at. Soon I will feel his hot rod pumping in and out, a knot forming inside of me, making us literally inseparable. Then, I will feel him coat my insides to match my flawless complexion." She had already moved Spike into her room, placing his cage on what he assumed was one of her work-desks. She was in a lady-like rush to get to her fun, the anticipation of tonight having left her in a constant state of arousal. She would have gotten started already, but she simply had to wait for Twilight to drop off her little friend first. It isn't a good idea to party when an interruption was certainly on its way.
"Now then, time for a little, warm-up, Spiky-Wikey." She felt giddy as she turned on some odd music. Not that Spike cared much, he had a far more interesting experience to pay attention to. Rarity was dancing. Her lavender hair, styled with care, was let down by one hand, as the other hugged the tight curves of her waist, accentuated by the tight, vibrantly white shirt she had chosen to wear. As the music got deeper, she began to move her hands towards her midriff, her hands following all her curves as she silently moved to the music. Spike's little heart began to beat even faster as his body prepared itself for an act he had only dreamed of. Her hands finally held the bottom of her shirt, and as her body began to slowly gyrate.
Every time she completed a circle, the shirt moved up, just a tad. Slowly, her upper body was being revealed, one perfect curve at a time. To Spike, who had never received more than a friendly hello and pet from the woman, this was incredibly stimulating. His penis beginning to extend itself as he got closer, and closer, to that final stage of preparation. She was just below her bust now, sensually rubbing and lightly moaning as she put her fingers up, just out of sight, and onto those hidden mounds. Spike had always liked resting his head on them, but had yet to see them without any cloth on them. As she retreated her hands and placed them on the bottom of her shirt, she flashed him a smile, and yanked it off with a gentle, but fast pull. His excitement dropped a bit as he realized she had yet another layer of cloth over her perky mounds.
The black, thin cloth at first only angered him, but as she kept dancing, he became entranced by it. The material soon became his favorite piece of cloth as she moved her hands all over those mounds, almost as if they were dancing upon her silky, white skin. Although his vision was already limited by the fact that he was a dog, she was insanely beautiful in this moment, more so than any before it. Every step, every subtle bounce of her chest was just another signal to his brain that this was where he was needed; where he belonged. He watched as her hands disappeared behind her back, and the cloth that held her so closely, nearly fell away. He actually jumped forward slightly, hoping to replace the cloth on some level, but she held it there, taunting him with the possibility of seeing her bare breasts.
She gazed at Spike with a smoldering fire in her eyes. She knew where his eyes were, and she loved it. She gave her breasts a few more squeezes, before one arm crossed her chest. The remaining arm removed the bra, and tossed it away, landing softly onto her shirt. Not that Spike noticed this, he was enraptured with the breasts now only hidden by Rarity's slender arms. She danced a little more, until she bent down, letting her arms fall away, leaving his angle just a little too high to see her glorious breasts.
"Like what you see?" Her question was answered with Spike's tail, wagging hard enough that his cage was starting to shake itself from the force of it. Rarity merely smiled, and backed away. He finally saw those glorious orbs, and he wanted them. She merely smiled as the dance resumed, and her hands merely toyed with her upper body for a moment longer. Then her hands started to descend. Following her curves, his eyes were drawn lower and lower, down her body, right to the hem of her skirt. He had seen what lay beyond the skirt before, but still he was entranced. She pulled and tugged at the hem of the purple object, acting as if it was that moment they were going to drop, but each time, it failed to fall. Then, she began to rub her legs through the skirt.
Spike felt cheated, he wanted that skirt gone, but was powerless to do anything about it. He wanted to claw at the cage, but he just as his patience had run out, it was rewarded. Rarity swiftly discarded the skirt, to leave Spike dumbfounded. She had gone without the usual black cloth she normally wore. He noticed it a moment later, all those skirt movements were her removing it first, but again, his high angle had prevented him from seeing it. With an intense gaze, he stared at her now still body. Her perfect curves, her perfect breasts, and her perfect ass. He felt himself near the limit of what he could take without staining his cage, but he really hoped he would instead stain something altogether warmer.
"I hope the, opening act, was good, cause now it is time for the main event, Spiky-Wikey.” Her eyes smoldered as she approached. Spike was so excited, he couldn't stay silent. He let out a single, yelp of excitement. "Now be quiet little doggie, Spiky-Wikey and I are having a moment." That single sentence killed the mood. Why had Rarity just tell him to be quiet when they were having a moment?
"Oh right, you are called Spike as well. I think I once even called you 'Spiky-Wikey' by accident. Well, sorry to disappoint little puppy, but you are not my entertainment for the night. You are, just far too small. I mean, look at that thing! Even the knot would be barely noticeable to me! Maybe when you are older I could, consider it. But so long as it is, that small, there is no hope for you to have the same fun as Spiky-Wikey." As his heart fell, Rarity opened up a cage below him, and it all made sense.
A dog, far larger than he, emerged and began to lick at Rarity's face. Compared to him, this Spiky-Wikey was gigantic. A golden lab that was easily as long as Rarity was tall. His tail wagged quickly behind him, and it was clear why Spike's cage had been moving earlier. When Spike looked lower, all of his hopes died. Spiky-Wikey was big, far bigger than he could ever hope to be. He couldn't satisfy Rarity, and she had not been dancing for him, but for the pooch who was granted a vision he could only dream of, and an experience that was too foreign for even that.
"I see my Spiky-Wikey is all ready to go hmmm?" She smiled widely at the prospect of being used by this dog for something most would find disgusting. The Lab refused to bark, instead giving his approval by leaving her face, and licking an altogether different set of lips. Rarity moaned at the unexpected touch, and it seemed like she could melt into his mouth then and there, but she was done warming up. She backed away and Spiky-Wikey whined for an instant. Then he noticed her get on her hands and knees, exposing herself to him. With what Spiky-Wikey hoped wasn't instinct, he moved forward, and climbed up onto her back. As if waiting for a signal, he just pants wildly, his shaft lightly slapping her belly.
"Bury the bone, Spiky-Wikey." On cue, he pulled back and began to try and find her opening. Each miss rubbing him onto her body, and each rub eliciting a moan. When he finally hit his mark, she cried out. Her pleasure far beyond what Spike could even comprehend. He just watched on, as his soul was crushed right before him.
Rarity, I see it now. You can't ever love me, not even for who I am underneath all this fur. I- No! Spike shook himself as he remembered all the things he and Rarity had done over the past few months. How they had bonded, how they had played. How he had fallen in love with her to begin with. I won't let him have her. He can't have her! She is mine! Spike, Spike WANT! He began to growl loudly, but Rarity was lost in her own bliss. Her entire being devoted to the sensation of dog-shaft in her pussy. She had dreamed of this day forever. The fact drove Spike to his limit, and far beyond. His growl deepened, and his cage got smaller and smaller. Soon, it was pressing in, trying to hold him back.
SPIKE TAKE! With one, final thought, Spike broke open his cage, finally snapping Rarity out of her trance. She was about to yell at Spike, before she realized that he was almost as big as her. When her eyes dropped lower, she felt her entire being quiver in a mix of fear, and anticipation. The snarling, darling of a dog she knew, was bigger than most men she had seen in videos. Her body quaked again as she remembered her one trip to look at horses. The very thought of him being around the same size, it got her more than excited.
"Oh my." She could barely get the words out as Spiky-Wikey ran for her door. Finding he wasn't getting out that way, he looked around the room, finding a small corner to silently cower in. If Spike wanted Rarity, Spiky-Wikey would offer no objections to it. Rarity, meanwhile, had snaked her way towards Spike, entranced by his now bulging length. "Well now, it seems to me- oh fuck." She could barely think without sending another jolt of electricity through her body. She wanted- no, needed that shaft deep inside of her. With that goal in mind, she opened her mouth to speak, only to have her roughly shoved 180 degrees around. She was about to object, until two furry paws met her on either side. Realizing she need not ask, that this was what Spike wanted, she let it happen.
Spike had nearly lost himself in the mean time. Here he was, about to fuck Rarity, and he still held back, waiting for a single set of words. Any words that would give him permission. Any sounds of approval. Even a cosmic event to tell him to go at her as hard as he could would be enough now, but a gentledog never forces a lady. He would always await her approval. Rarity glared back as she felt that he was teasing her, but upon seeing his eyes, she understood, and gave him the only thing he needed to lose himself inside of her.
"Bury your bone, dear Spike. I want to feel it inside of me." Without waiting even a moment longer, he went for it. He buried himself deep inside of her. It was odd to say the least. It seemed way too small a place for him to fit, but he couldn't deny how good it felt. He felt warm, secure, and just a little wet. Her walls had a vice-like grip on him, and told him he wasn't going to be getting out of it anytime soon. Not that he wanted to. The smell hit him shortly thereafter, the smell of sex. Of Rarity in heat. His mind blanked from the combination of Rarity beneath him, the smell of her in the midst of sex, the feeling of her smooth skin on his fur, and the grip on his shaft. He felt her push back. Just a sliver more of him disappeared within, but the pleasure was along his entire being. It was right. When she withdrew slightly and pushed back again, he started to rock with her, the last vestiges of his mind falling to a primal instinct far older than the entire town put together.
With a primal urge, he began to push in and out, feeling the delicate material that wrapped him struggle to please him while he was pleasing her. Her entire being fought to have him deeper, and to push him out. In both pain and pleasure Rarity began to scream. She realized that, if Spike took too long, or if he had more than one round in him, she was through. Little did she know, that Spike was already lost. His own mind drowned in pleasure as his instincts guided him in a simple, repetitive, and pleasurable cycle. In, then out, in, then out, In at a slightly different angle to keep things fresh, then out. Without stopping once the motion continued. Her walls began a pattern of movement, waves of crushing force and delicate grip rolled along his shaft against his thrusts. The sensations kept piling up, going ever higher and higher. He felt himself nearing his limit, her tunnel becoming smaller and smaller pushing him more and more quickly to the end.
She felt it too, as his knot expanded, she knew it was coming, and she wanted all of it. As she prepared to hit her peak, he hit his. In a scream of animalistic pleasure, they came. Her womb overflowing with semen as he buried himself deep. He knew there was more depth, but her walls were closing hard on him. He wasn't going further today. As they panted, Spike's form grew smaller and smaller. When he got to his original side, he slipped out, his lower body partially covered in semen, and her pussy still leaking more. He hopped up onto the bed, and she flipped onto her back. He put himself on her stomach, and placed his head on her two pillows. He fell asleep almost immediately.
"We are definitely doing this again. Oh, and Spiky-Wikey. You are going back to Fleur tomorrow." It didn't occur to her that Spiky-Wikey had managed to find his way out of the house, or that he had returned to Fleur in an absolute terror. She most certainly didn't know that Fleur would use this to get her father into a mood, and most certainly wouldn't expect them to show up and rape her thoroughly in a few months, killing the strange human/dog hybrid that she had just been impregnated with. But all of that could wait. She had enough animal to satisfy her for at least a decade or two. Even if he was getting fur on her breasts. With a final sigh, she only had one more thought.
I sure hope Twilight takes her time getting back. I would love to have another round in the morning. With that, she fell asleep.
Author's Note
Written for the 'My Little Fetish' group's contest: Dog Days of Summer.
