"Spikey Poo, Do You Like Peanut Butter?"
Rarity was sitting in her red velvet coated rocking chair, blushing as red as the chair itself and motionless. She turned her head to face the door, as her back was against the door, and soon, Spike ran in.
"I came as fast as I could, Rarity!" Spike cried, stopping and panting to regain his obviously lost strength. He looked around at the house's interior. So fancy, it was. Light lavender drapes, a golden chandelier, hanging gardens of grapes and lemons. There was even a wine cabinet, and it was open. "Rarity? Why do you smell like alcohol and peanut butter?"
Rarity turned to Spike in the chair, her shirt exposing her boulder sized breasts and pancake areolae, buttered by the spilling red wine which she had failed to get to penetrate her throat to be swallowed; peanut butter masking the entire area of her crotch. The peanut butter was smooth and creamy, and her track-star calves were beautifully spread as with her soft, squishy thighs. Her cheeks were exposing her anal area as well, which was too covered by the smooth peanut butter. Rarity's hair was a mess, and her mascara was running as if she had been crying for hours. Her motherly, MILF-like figure enchanted Spike to no bounds, like the light of a fire burning the foolish moth who was to trapped to escape its gaze; running to its beauty only to find that regardless of its enchanting nature, it was a no man's land. Rarity was the fire. Spike was the foolish moth.
But Spike knew he was smarter than the moth. His canine instincts did not want him to believe it. He felt like a soldier marching into a war he knew nothing about. He could not resist the sweet peanut buttery enigmatic smell of what was Rarity's wine drenched crotch drowned in smooth and creamy peanut butter.
"Spikey Poo! Do you like peanut butter?" Rarity asked him, hiccuping and pulling the next bottle of wine from the table next to her. It was white grape wine, labelled "For Bad Breakups #3". The bottle was half full, but for Rarity, it was half empty. "I've been in despair for someone to lick me clean like a plate after a black family reunion. I want to be your soul food, baby.~"
Spike knew he shouldn't. He had pony Rarity to stay to, but this Rarity has these beautiful curves, those soft manicured hands for divine belly rubs, that ass. That big, marshmallowy, pillow-like ass. Pony Rarity did not even have breasts. Or, she did, just not fucking huge like human Rarity's. Also, human Rarity's ass was much likely more so likely to be "dog attracting". He moved himself like a shark to blood, and sniffed Rarity's peanut butter smothered vagina, then her completely covered anus. He was going down under first, and began liking passionately, then furiously.
Rarity screamed, taking more gulps of wine and then dropping the bottle, shattering it over the table under her, spilling the wine all over the white as the sun carpet. She licked her lips and slouched over the chair, falling out of it and onto the soft ground, her face down and her ass up. Back arched like a crescent moon, and Spike jumped up, setting his forelegs and paws over her ass and continuing to lick like his life depended on it. His tail was wagging, and he had a lipstick erection. Rarity looked under her body, barely having her eyesight flow past her massive "girls". She saw Spike's dick and marveled at how small and adorable it was. He was just a puppy after all.
Rarity moaned as Spike's tongue had broken through the outermost barrier layer of peanut butter covering her taco shell, and she hiccuped as she felt Spike's long dog tongue stroking over the outer region of her axe wound, gracefully swiping over it and cleaning it thoroughly of the peanut butter which initially had it completely sealed like lipstick.
"Spike! Your dick looks like a tube of lipstick! I just simply have to try it on!" Rarity cried as she quickly sat up, crushing Spike's face under her ass. He whimpered. She was far too drunk, and the sudden change of position sent a massive chair of pain crushing down the stairs of her neural body. She then forgot what she was doing. "Wh...Where am... I--What am I doing?..." she pondered as she felt Spike clawing at her ass, trying to escape as he could not breathe, and his dog smell had picked up a horrid stench that would forever be burned into his nostrils as he had received it at point blank range. "Stop it... that tickles!! Hahaha! Ahaha!"
Rarity shuddered with relief as she relieved herself all over Spike's face, painting his purple coat in a yellow, oat-smelly liquid. She did not stop either, and continued to let go of all the alcohol that had driven itself directly through her body as if it were a clear road on a nice, breezy summer day. To make it even worse, the constant tampering of her lower regions caused her dam of blood to break, and the white cotton tube which harbored the blood found its way on Spike's face.
Spike managed to slip out as this natural lubricant had coated him in its not glossy ways, he flailed and flipped and spun in all directions, coughing and sneezing and nearly vomiting, unable to comprehend what had happened, unable to sniff through the horrid smell of peanut butter mixed with sweat, piss, and blood. It made him cum, but his masochistic side could not hold back the humiliating anger he felt, at least until Rarity pinned him with one hand by his right front leg.
"Oh, that's right, Spikey Poo! I was going to put on some lipstick," Rarity cooed, but she saw Spike's dick was flaccid. "Aww, only good for one use? I'll see if there's anymore left in you." Rarity rubbed her big, luscious, faded red lips over his floppy phallus, and lightly with her tongue she kissed up the dripping cum that had spilled from Spike's urethra. The white sap had decorated her mouth, draping like Christmas lights from her nose, lips, and chin. "I should really get more out of there, I want my entire face to be covered in your canine make-up!"
Rarity began to stroke his dog dick with her index finger, her middle finger, and her thumb; first lightly to make Spike's tail wag and his leg tap the ground. Then, she wrapped her entire hand around it and began to bang her fist around his dick and against his pelvis, until his entire dick had sprung up from his skin.
Spike barked and whimpered in pain, but this pain felt too good to stop. He wished it could go on forever and never end.
The constant round of fapping and wagging and whimpering and moaning had been cut off by a sudden splurting sound coming from a quick fountain of cum. Acting quickly, Rarity grabbed a rubber band and tied it tightly around Spike's dick to prevent all the rest of his cum from shooting out. This was massively painful to Spike as his dick swelled to three times its original size, and he felt a couple of blood vessels pop from the sudden contraction of mass within his puppy penis. But, the ringing alarm of agony shooting through his body and fueling his lust only made his dick grow larger and larger as it filled with cum more and more.
"Nuh uh uh, Spikey Poo! You're gonna hold it all in so I can use it all up when I'm ready," Rarity told him as she wrapped her big, soft, warm lips around his shaft and her soaking wet tongue greeted Spike's dick into the melting pot which was her mouth. The first suck made Spike cum, and Rarity felt a compressed stream of a little cum blast hit the back of her throat and strike her uvula.
The feeling of the soft burn of Rarity's mouth and lips was like sticking a pizza into an oven, or roasting a hot dog over a grill, or sticking a hot dog into a boiling pot of water. Soon, this hot dog would burst, and its mayonnaise was already pre-applied.
Rarity's mouth deeply entrapped Spike, and his head moved up and down as a futile attempt to stop Rarity's head bobbing. It felt hypnotizing, and the constant motioning of waves of pleasure shot into Spike's one eyed dragon and broke the seal which was the band. It shot into a flower pot, shattering it into dust, and the cum which piled up in his urethra had sprayed over Rarity's face like a lawn sprinkler, sputtering for a while and then releasing a constant stream.
Her face, once red in blushes and drunkenness, now draped white like a hanging Christmas tree coated with snow. Her nose full of cum, blasting out like two faucets, and her cheeks bulging with this pure, sweet cum, which tasted like the cherry which was Rarity's red lipstick; the same lipstick that turned Spike's pink penis into a red one, along with the blood that came from the abuse Rarity put it through.
Taking a huge gulp, Rarity exhaled and rubbed the cum into her face, licking it from her long, pale white fingers. She stuck out her tongue as she crawled to her wine cabinet and pulled a large green bottle of "XXX Black Cherry Grape Chaos Wine" which was the strongest wine in all of Canterlot, and costed a fortune to obtain. She looked at the broken corkscrew and then the cork which prevented her sweet devil's nectar from making a pressurized freedom flying escape. She shattered the top of the bottle across her head in an attempt to break the bottle open, but only put a bump on her head, setting her brain in the "knock out mode". But she was not going down easily.
As she prepared herself to fall, she hiccuped once again and looked directly at Spike before she ripped the cork off with her teeth and took more swigs of wine than she ever had before. "Spikey Poo... the one thing, you gotta most ABSOLUTELY all the time gotta do... is..." She laughed and face palmed herself, with Spike staring at her in enchanted terror and horrific infatuation. "Spikey Poo.... I want you to tell your unicorn princess, rainbow shitting friend of a mother Twilight that I would 10/10 keep you for some... experi--eri--sacramentations."
Spike ran to Rarity to catch her from falling, but she nearly crushed him. He dodged and noticed the wine spilling all over the carpet as Rarity was once again, albeit very lower than before, face down and ass up. He scurried over to the wine and began drinking it profusely as it leaked the same way at the same rate. In no time, Spike began to see flashing psychedlic madness and hopping rainbow Pinkie Pies dancing with Discords who all made it rain flowers that suspiciously looked a lot like vaginas.
He began to whimper as the Discords all turned to him with large dog catching nets, as the Pinkies all shot massive rainbow flowers at him. He cowered in fear as the imaginary attacks phased over and through him, doing absolutely nothing to him as they did. He tried to get up to run away, but found that his high had quickly faded, leaving him with a massively immense headache and a drunken feeling that could possibly put Rarity's to shame. He stumbled over once trying to stand once again, and soon fell into a deep slumber; he needed a massive amount of rest.
Rustling of what seemed to be metal and a quick slicing sound cut through the air, followed by tremors which resembled the sound signatures of footsteps which tried to sneak, but failed massively. The smell of Rarity's perfume, the licked peanut butter, the cum, and both of the extremely potent wines approached him. He opened one eye to find he was on his back and about to be stabbed by Rarity, who wielded a shiny butcher knife in both hands, with an ocean of tears flooding in her eyes.
"I hate you! I gave you everything and you left me for a slut!" Rarity cried, driving the knife into the ground beside Spike, completely missing her target. She fell to her knees and sobbed, wiping her eyes as the tears leaked profusely, too much for her to keep up with the wiping. She did not notice Spike running for the closet, but the door closed itself due to a sudden draft which infiltrated the house through the open kitchen window. Spike knew he could escape through there, but Rarity outran him, albeit drunkenly, and shut the window, locking it, despite Spike not being able to unlock it by any chance.
"R...Rari--?" Spike was cut off by Rarity kicking him into a wall, and she was screaming at him. Spike yelped with both impacts, squirming in pain at the base of the wall as he whimpered like the beaten dog he was.
"Don't you remember how the good times were? How we kissed and loved one another? You made me feel like I was a goddess, but was this goddess not good enough for you?! What do you see in that other bitch, you... you... you sick dog!!!"
Spike knew then that Rarity was not talking to him, but to her ex boyfriend, the one who had her like this. She was far too drunk and possibly hallucinating from the wine she drunk earlier that he was whomever her ex was. She was venting that suppressed anger on him through usage of Spike's body as a medium. If only it hurt her ex instead of him.
"I don't know who he is..." Spike began, as he caught Rarity's attention, making her eyes widen. The girl stopped her assault and realized fully in her mind what she was doing. "Rarity... I don't know who did this to you, or how mad you really are at him... but if there's anything you want to get off of your chest through me... then go ahead. I love you too much to stop you! Hurt me, scold me, say all those bad things, even kill me! I know why you're doing it! I just... I just wanna make sure that--"
Rarity cut him off by snatching him up in her arms and embracing him to no ends. She said no words regarding the matter, she merely took Spike to her love seat, which was the same as her chair which she had been rocking in. "I'm sorry for all of this, Spikey Poo," she told him as she kneeled on her knees and sat him on his back so she could stroke his dick again. She took her breasts and put his dick in between them, flopping her massive sized breasts to the heavens of pleasure and back down upon him to crush him under her pressure.
The pain from before was quickly leaving him, but he feared it may happen again. He was speaking before in fear, as he did not know if he was going to die at that moment. Right now, he still was pretty traumatized by the sudden experience, but was thankful it was over. Rarity even somehow managed to make him horny again, when he swore his dick was sore enough to feel like it was undergoing necrosis.
Rarity looked him in the eyes as she blushed and as he could barely keep his eyes open and his mind straight. His mind was still surfing through the universe as the wine he had drunk earlier before he fell out was still running in his system. Rarity felt a soft stream of hot cum shoot out of Spike's dick, making its way up between her breasts and covering them like a light stream of mayonnaise on hot dogs.
"Spikey Poo, you look down," Rarity said, as she made a pouty face with a smile fit for a temptress as herself. "Ooo! I know just what to do!" She then left the room to go rummaging through the medicine cabinets in her bathroom.
Spike wondered what Rarity meant, and wondered how she could still be attracted to him now that he was covered in piss, blood, peanut butter, his own cum, and some of Rarity's cum all mixed together. Not to mention he was just recently beaten. He still did not know whether he was acting out of his canine instinct which he partook of having the burden of carrying every time he entered this universe to assume of, or if this was the infatuation of pony Rarity which he had fusing with his lust for the divine, Aphrodisiac allure of human Rarity's goddess body. To him, he was dripping with bodily wastes and rancid stenches, but instead a heavenly ambrosia which only human Rarity could offer to him. Last time he checked, ponies did not bleed blood from their vagina every month. If they even had vagina.
Rarity came back from the bathroom with a small blue pill, and she sat next to Spike and plopped the little blue pill into his mouth and pat his dick once again, watching in awe as the pill's potency transferred over to him and his dick grew to four times its original size, and he found himself hornier than he had been this day. His tail wagged as he panted in excitement, wondering what Rarity would do to him next.
The girl of the pale skin sat on him, flopping her giant ass onto him and jamming his dick into her peanut butter covered vagina, which made their connection sticky, and stroking the dick with her vaginal canal's skins was made somewhat more pleasureful as this made it all the more harder. It also made him harder. Rarity moaned deeply as she flipped her hair and got comfortable on Spike's dick, and Spike himself was too busy cleaning the rest of the thick peanut butter that coated Rarity's upper ass region near and around her anus.
"I'm sorry for all I've done, for all I've stressed on you," Rarity whispered to herself, taking a deep breath as Spike's dick was growing nonstop, nearly above average in human size. Perhaps his magical dragon soul powered the drug for his dog body. Or maybe it was the wine messing up her perception. "I'm sick of all of this... and I know there are some things you get sick of too... So maybe we can do this all in secret. No one has to know about this, and they don't have to know about any other time we do this. Alright, Spike?"
Spike licked in assent, which made Rarity shudder, and she found herself cumming once. With Spike going crazy, shoving his doggy dick in and out of Rarity's pussy, he found that no matter how much it felt like he was going to cum, it never happened. Rarity however, was looking back at him with bed eyes as he fucked her like a beast. She moaned and cried out, unable to form words from the rapid thrusts and Spike's dick moving as it was supposed to be glued shut in her pussy, all the more while jammimg and thrashing in and out, parking and reversing.
"Spike! I... I love you!! I... I can't fucking tell you how fucking good this fucking feels!" Rarity cried out as she salivated like a running faucet and tears welled up in her eyes. She could feel Spike's endless twitching, and she herself had already cum around thirteen times. "I don't want this to ever end... Please! Come over more! Come over ALL the time! Never let me go without your love ever again, I don't even think I can handle a mere fraction of a second without it!"
Rarity talked too much, but her talking helped for Spike to finally release. The thick, creamy stream piling up directly into her warm insides and womb, clogging up her insides with the peanut butter and the buttery cum of legendary heavens and the feelings of pure badass awesomeness. Rarity fingered herself as she guided the overflowing cum in her creampied pussy out of her body and sucked it straight off of her fingers as if they were lollipops.
Spike, now going unconscious, could only see Rarity preparing another blue pill for him as she sucked on his dick another time. He had lost all feeling everywhere in his body, and the further actions Rarity took upon him were not pain nor pleasure. Just some empty feeling that left him victorious. He was now the alpha of the house, and this warm, fuzzy, cozy house was Rarity's orifices.
"C'mon Spikey Poo! I'm not even halfway done with de-plenishing my lust levels yet! We have the whole entire day and night to milk all that delicious, heavenly magical cum out of you! Now wake up and take the Blue Pill! He'll wake you right up!" Rarity exclaimed, stuffing the pill in Spike's mouth and preparing to inject a shot of adrenaline into him which she kept in a special case within her giant, white and fuzzy purse. "I'm not letting you go until I'm sick of looking at you!"
Rarity continued by sucking fiercely all of the cum on the outside of Spike's dick as well as sucking it like a straw to drain all the cum from the inside like a milkshake. She deepthroated him as his penis grew larger and larger, and it finally hit the back of her throat, cumming again and again and again. Feeling the warm bursting rivers of semen streaming down her melting temperatured mouth of the divine realms, Rarity's ovulation dams cracked completely and she found herself cumming ferociously as Spike's throbbing hot member had infiltrated the part of her throat classified as a "mouth pussy's G-spot".
With a loud "pop", Rarity slipped her lips from further strangling Spike's rod as she stroked it hard to squeeze the squirting cum out right onto her sizzling tongue, which was already dripping in the white honey.
"I love the taste, Spikey Poo! You make such an alluring ambrosia! I must, must, must have more, more, more!!!"
Swallowing it as easy as it shot in, Rarity's flushed face dropped down onto Spike again to lick passionately in a circumference around the head of his one eyed snake.
Spike could not tell if this was hell or heaven... even as the soothing feeling of him finally cumming hit his nerves like a breeze in the hot summer sun, that hot summer sun was Rarity's body. Constantly burning him as he had basked in its presence for way too long. He was going to be here for a while, but he both hated and loved it.
_-The End-_
