Author's Note

[Explicit] [Masturbation]
Characters: [Spike] [Rarity]
By Ragabash

[NSFW] Fragile by Ragabash

It was one of these quick ideas, that suddenly enter your mind and just won't leave. It's funny how these things work out. You consider them for a while, think about the positive and negative sides, conclude that it's ultimately not worth it... And yet, you can't stop wanting to do it. It might get so bad, that you find that only doing it will give you rest. So you just go ahead and do it. And then, when you are done, you regret it, even though you know that it was a bad idea in the first place.

That's exactly how Spike felt, as his cum filled the plushy, that he held in his claws. And in which his dick was plunged. It's funny, how a bunch of plush did not feel at all like a pony vagina. Or what he imagined a pony vagina to feel like. He did not even expect it, but still felt disappointed.

As the dragon moved a bit around a bit in the plushy, more because he had nothing better to do than because he still wanted to masturbate with it, he pondered what he should do. He considered fixing the hole, that he had torn between the hind legs, but doubted that he could do it in a satisfactory way. After all, Rarity herself had made it, which meant quality that shouldn't be diminished. Granted, it also meant to not have sex with it, but it was too late for that now, wasn't it?

Briefly, Spike wondered how hard it was to wash the semen out of it. Probably very much so. The biggest trouble would be to do it without ripping it open further. No, it was too risky.

After considering his options, and thrusting a bit more into the plushy, Spike finally made a decision...

“So... Just to make sure I got this right: A tornado suddenly appeared, without anypony else noticing it, threw a rock right between the hind legs of that plushy, that resembles me, and vanished just as suddenly?”

“Yes, that's absolutely right!”

Rarity was not convinced. It wasn't just because the dragon was chuckling uneasily and made generally a nervous impression, but also because his story was not very believable. Then again, neither was a parallel world with monkey-like creatures that were counterparts of familiar, so who knew?

...Actually, now that she was thinking about it, she wondered if Twilight Sparkle didn't embellish some things.

“And these stains...” levitating the plushy in front of her, she examined the hole further. “Those are...?”

“They're from the rock,” Spike answered.

“But they're yellow.”

“It was a yellow rock.”

“Also, they look like dried fluids.”

“It was a wet yellow rock.”

“...And you're sure they didn't have a different color when they were still wet? Like white?”

“Yes. I mean no. I mean, they were always yellow.”

Rarity felt strangely disappointed that he didn't say that it was a “wet white rock that turned yellow”. But she didn't dwell on it. Actually, she shouldn't dwell on the whole matter. If it truly was what she thought it was, and there was no reason to assume anything else, she should just accept it. It would be too awkward to talk about it, especially for Spike.

“I think it's for the best to just make a new one,” Rarity finally said.

“Really? You would do that for me?” Spike's eyes seemed to light up.

“Yes, it should be no problem. But next time, please don't have se... I mean, try to avoid any sudden tornadoes.”