Diamonds Are Forever

by rockah12

Rating: mature
Tags: Romance
Length: 3669

When Spike finally gets a chance to tell Rarity how he feels, things get WAY out of hand.
I guess it's a clopfic? I don't know, this is my first Erotic story, but not as much sex as you expect.

Published 1970-01-01 00:00:00 UTC
Last updated 2012-05-15 01:01:37 UTC

The Words That Forever Change Your Life

"DAMMIT!" Spike yelled as he smashes his thumb under a book. It was raining, and Twilight was off in Canterlot for some reason. Leaving him to clean up the ENTIRE FUCKING LIBRARY. "Why can't she just stop pulling books off of their shelves?" He sighs, thinking about what he could be doing. Could have been sleeping, could have been reading that new comic that he bought when he ran an errand to to the bookstore, could have been daydreaming about-

"No." He says to himself, realizing the possible consequences of that. "If I daydream about her, that leads to fantasizing about her and that leads to-"

He stops speaking as the door is repeatedly banged on by an unseen force. He turns to the door and thinks, "Who the heck is outside in THIS mess?" He walks up to it, asking politely "Who is it?" before opening the door. "Oh my Luna."

Outside is a shivering white pony wrapped in a large sheet. It obviously was frozen, and Spike immediately helped it inside. He looks the pony from top to bottom, about 95% of which was wrapped in an extremely wet sheet. The legs weren't wrapped, but strangely the face was with only two eye holes cut out, showing two brilliantly colored blue eyes. The pony was extremely cold, and Spike never let anyone freeze. He went into one of the Library's rooms and brings back a large bed-sheet and a cover. He laid these out on a couch as if it were a bed, and motioned for the pony to get under the covers. It did so while still wrapped in the sheet, only taking the sheet off when it was completely covered by blankets. Spike realized that small amount of covering wouldn't completely take the edge off on the chill, and he rushes back into the room. He brings back three wool blankets he "liberated" from the Diamond Dogs. They were incredibly thick and warm, and would keep the pony, whoever he or she was, warm enough. But, of course, that wasn't good enough. If the pony had to be miserable, Spike would be miserable too. He put the blankets on top of the heap that was the pony, and then got under all of the covers with it.

He knew he was right in front of the face of the extremely cold pony because he could feel its breath roll across his face. He could see its eyes beaming through the darkness, staring through him. The pony only uttered two words, "Thank... you..." in an extremely raspy voice. So raspy, Spike still couldn't figure out whether it was a stallion or a mare he was with, and he didn't care. He was just happy to help another living being. He started feeling his eyes get heavy, as did the pony's eyes. He fell asleep in front of the stranger.

He awoke to the sound of... well... rain and snoring. Feminine snoring, so he was sleeping with a mare. He was glad, yet slightly freaked out. What if the mare thought this was a case of "I scratch your back, you scratch mine" scenario where he was to get sex in return for helping her? He would deny that, but would she believe him? Maybe, maybe not. He got out of the makeshift bed without disturbing her. He then sat down in the middle of the floor and started humming a song Rainbow Dash taught him. He loved the deep, explosive sound of it. He stopped humming the song after about a minute when he heard rustling behind him. He ran behind the couch so she wouldn't see him, and maybe think he was an illusion, or something like that. She got up and asked in a slightly royal voice, as if she were related to Celestia herself. Spike was too busy freaking out to recognize her voice.

"Hello? Spike?" She said, puzzled as to where he was. She knew he helped her when she locked herself out of her house and came to the Library in a rainstorm. He's a good guy, and she wanted to thank him.

Spike thought to himself, "She knows my name. I'm screwed." as he sneaked over to one of the rooms. He didn't recognize his alabaster angel.

She starts humming a separate song that was much slower than the song he was humming as she walks around the Library. She walks right past the room he was hiding in, and he didn't even notice her. He waited, and eventually she entered the room he was in. He still didn't notice her, of course, only seeing her legs while he was inside the cabinet. She stepped in a tight circle for a moment, before looking in the cabinet he was in.

"Ah, there you are!" Rarity says, seeing the small purple and green dragon cowering with his eyes closed. He opened his eyes and saw the blue eyes and purple mane of his crush. His heart skips a beat when he realizes he slept with her, and he starts scooting backwards into the dark recessses of the cabinet. She giggles and says, "Well, stay in there, then. I'm going to take a hot bath." She turns and starts to walk out, before turning around and saying, "Oh, and thank you." She left the room and walked down the hallway, trying each room to see if it was a bathing chamber.

Spike was slightly calmed down by the fact that she just wanted to thank him. He got out of the cabinet and walked to the couch. His thoughts first turned to how he came to be in this situation, then as to why the hell he didn't ask who the pony was. Then he started daydreaming, thinking about the alabaster mare taking a bath. He felt a slight tenseness in his stomach, and then a throbbing in his left thigh. He was starting fantasize about her, which he definately would NOT do while she was here. But still he imagined her mane, her beautiful eyes, her slender, beautiful body, and then her long legs...

Rarity had found the bath, and was getting in the steaming water. She was glad to feel the warmth flow through her like a wave of pleasure. She started to relax, and also started to daydream. She thought of the small dragon who seemed to care about her more than life itself. "It's just a childish fascination with you, darling." She thought, which she believed... but somehow it felt as if it were more than that, maybe a passion that would never be quenched... and maybe she felt it too. She thought about what it would be like to kiss him on the lips, maybe kiss him with her toungue, maybe allow him to touch her... she kept imagining this as she slid her left forehoof down her side to her privates, rubbing herself somewhat slowly so as not to cause the the water to splash and attract his attention. She kept rubbing herself until she climaxed. Her orgasm was followed by the hushed name, "Spike." and a rush of blood went to her head as she nearly fainted from the sheer... FERAL nature of it.

She snapped out of her daydream when she heard Spike's footsteps pattering down the hallway. She realized what she had done and felt ashamed at herself.. She heard a tap at the door, and asks, "Yes?"

"Rarity, I have something to tell you." Spike says, blushing.

"Well, tell me then." Rarity says, shifting herself towards the door.

"I... I love you." Spike says, instantly regretting that he had said it.

Rarity was dumbfounded. She always suspected it, but had never really expected him to tell her. She realized that she felt similarly. She says, without thinking, "Then prove it."

"What?"

"Come in here and prove it. I don't mind." The door slowly starts to open.

Kuabara, Kuabara

He enters the small room he and Twilight had furnished as a bathroom, and kept his eyes on the floor as he walks to the small sink about 4 feet away from the tub. He stutters out the words, "Wh-what do you m-mean, prove it?"

She giggles at the dragon, staring at the ground the way a filly might as they talk to their crush. She responds, "Oh come on, Spike, look at me."

He obliges, but only for a second. The moment his gaze meets hers, he drags his eyes to the floor. "I... I can't..."

Rarity says, in a false tone of hurt, "You don't think I'm beautiful? Why do you love me, then?"

He looks back up at her in an instant, saying, "Of course I think you're beautiful! It's just... you're so... I'm not..." his face getting redder with every response.

She giggles again. "Oh, come on, you can tell me!"

He sighs. "You're too good for me."

She immediately tenses, her expression becoming serious. She motions for him to walk towards the tub. He does so, and she puts her hoof on his shoulder, saying "No, I'm not. No one's too good for you. You're a perfect catch, Spike!" She puts her free hoof over her mouth as the last words are said.

He chuckles, saying, "Perfect catch? What are you, a Fillydelphian?" He smiles, reassuring her.

She smiles back. "Spike, can you get me a towel? I think I want to get out before I look more wrinkled than Granny Smith."

Spike nods and rushes out of the small bathroom. Several seconds later, he brings a large collection of towels. He says, laying each out as he says it's name, "Do you want cotton, down, hay, wool, Diamond Dog fur, pol-"

"Stop right now. You could have just picked the first towel you found, so why get all of the others?" Rarity asks, confused.

"I didn't know which one you would have liked best, so I got them all." he says, with a nod as if that was the only response needed.

She smiles, and points towards the cotton towel. "That one!" she says, trying to keep as much of herself covered with water as possible.

He smiles, and picks up all of the other towels to take back to the room he found them in. He then returns and put the towel on the floor next to the tub. She gets out of the tub as soon as he does so, shocking him with a blast of water. He wipes his eyes, and she puts the towel around her. She shakes her head to get some of the water out, and he imagines the entire moment in slow-motion. He is standing there stunned, and she continues to dry herself. She notices him staring at her, and she becomes somewhat lustful in her movement, gyrating and swaying to an unknown rythym. Spike felt himself blushing and staring, and leaves the room with a slight twinge of anger behind his immediacy

"Oh, I shouldn't have teased him. Spike! I'm sorry!" Rarity says, drying herself off quickly. She leaves the room and follows him into the main room, where he is laying on the couch sobbing.

"Kuabara, Kuabara, stop the dangerous storm. Kuabara, Kuabara, allow us all to warm." The striped Zecora mumbles to herself, mixing a small liquid in her hooves. A love potion, one that would bond any two beings to each other. She had already chosen two, and was embuing it into them with a magical chant. They didn't know, but it would influence them until the storm had passed, and maybe keep influencing them. "Love is dangerous, like the storm, Zecora. Never play with either unless you know what you are doing." she says, pouring the liquid into a small drain.

Don't Fear Love, Lest it Destroys You

"Spike..." Rarity sighs, kneeling down before the sobbing dragon. He looks up at her, a tear streaming down his cheek. He seems more angry than sad.

"Why would you taunt me like that?" He says, sitting straight up. She stutters, flabbergasted. He cracks his knuckles, which seems to calm him down.

"I-I don't know! I th-thought you wouldn't react like this." She says, trying to put one hoof one his shoulder. He shrugs it off.

"You know my feelings towards you now, so that's no excuse." He says, shuffling away from her. She gets on the couch next to him, and he tenses up.

She says, "Can I make it up to you?" scootching over towards him.

He looks at her with a puzzled look. "What do you me-"

She puts her hoof over his mouth and lowers her eyelids to a halfway mark, giving a seductive air to the entire scenario. "Sh. Don't speak, just follow." she says, before getting off the couch. She walks to the center of the floor, and he follows. As he walks up to her, she lowers herself down closer to his head and kisses him on the lips. A quick kiss, but enough to shock Spike. He stands, frozen by the sheer mixup of emotions inside of him, in front of the pony, who starts to lower herself down to a point where she is laying down. She nods her head towards him, motioning for him to lie down with her. He walks up and sits in front of her. She says, "You know I care about you, right?"

He smiles, saying "Twilight always thought you did. I didn't always believe her... I'm somewhat of a pessimist when it comes to my hopes."

She smiles too, and crawls closer to him. When she was less than an inch in front of him, she kisses him. A much longer, sensual kiss. She kisses him for more than three minutes before he pulls away. She says, somewhat puzzled, "Don't you want to kiss me?"

"Yes and no." he says, getting up and walking to the couch. He sits down. "I do want to kiss you, but not right now. This is... this is wrong! I can't be with you, I'm a different species than you! How do two completely different species love each other?"

She gets up and walks to the couch. She lays down on the couch, placing her head in his lap. She looks up at his blushing face. "I won't tell anyone if you don't." She says, giggling. She raises her head and kisses him again, flipping her body over so she would be comfortable. This time, he seems to not fight it, and they both close their eyes for the time. She forces her toungue into his mouth, and he does the same with her. They stay like this for several minutes, hearing only the sound of their hearts and the rain outside. They stop for several seconds, allowing Rarity to say the words "Touch me." before they continued in their embrace, this time with him rolling his hands across her entire body, having them linger somewhat when they reached her flank, eventually stopping to pull himself away. The tenseness in his stomach was gone, his fear absent.

"Can I kiss the rest of you?" He says, panting. She nods, rolling herself over, her head facing him. He starts by kissing her neck, giving a small love-bite to it. He then continues down, only stopping when he reaches her navel.

"Why did you stop?" she says, also panting.

"This is wrong." He says, moving up her body and hovering over her face.

"If it's wrong, then why are we right?" She says, reversing their positions.

He immediately feels his face start to get hot, and he knew he was blushing. She starts kissing him, which causes him to lose control of all rational thought. He gives way to animal instinct, forcefully kissing her and touching her. They start falling to the floor, but they don't notice. They continue to kiss for several minutes until Spike moves his hand to her privates, rubbing for several moments before she feels goosebumps rush across her entire body as she climaxes, grinding her sex along his hand to the rythym of his movement. She rotates herself to a position on top of him, and begins to return the favor.

Random question. How many of you are like "GET TO THE SEX ALREADY!"? Wait until the next chapter, guys. Just wait and enjoy this.

The Eye of the Storm

Zecora looked at the mixture as it flowed down the drain, and gasped. She had put too much of an ingredient into it, and it was too powerful. "Shite. I think I may have barked up the wrong tree."

Rarity started rolling her hoof down his body, feeling the roughness of his scales, the smoothess of his underside. The strangest thing was that she knew not to do this, but couldn't stop herself. She moved the hoof to his hips and then started down the leg instead.

"Oh, you tease..." he whispers, keeping his hand on her flank.

"You know it," she giggles back, moving her hoof back up his thigh. He had already started feeling the tenseness move back to his stomach, then lower. He was getting aroused beyond his wildest dreams.

She moves to the bottom of his stomach, going lower by fractions of an inch every second. Every second meant he would get more and more turned on by this, until she stops just above his dragonhood, already halfway erect.

She smiles and says, "I thought that would work." before stroking his member. Only seconds later, he was completely erect. "You know what? Screw the foreplay." She says before moving her body to where her hips were above his.

"Rarity, this is wrong." He says, almost mechanically. He doesn't mean it, but his brain knows the words will make her work harder to change his mind.

"Like I said, why are we right?" she says before lowering herself into him, sliding his throbbing member into the tightness of her sex, which was still wet from earlier. They both grunt at the same time, and stop moving. She looks at him, waiting for a sign to start. He nods, and she starts moving herself up and down rythymically. Her moans are barely audible, a sigh compared to their whispers. He is also quiet, grunting with her every move. She moves slowly until he nods again. She then moves faster, her moans louder. His grunts have devolved into animalistic growls. She keeps going faster and faster until her moans and his growls are as loud as the storm outside. The two lovers continue until her moans become shouts and she throws her head back, yelling to the skys with a pleasure she had never experienced before. He was still caressing her body, and was also yelling to the skys with his animalistic roars. They both reached a breaking point, but wouldn't stop. Eventually, they both succumbed, and orgasmed simultaneously. Still, they kept making love until what energy they had left was put into breathing. They collapsed on the floor next to one another, and only stayed conscious for several minutes, looking at each other with looks of contentment. They passed out several minutes afterwards.

Spike woke up. He was on the floor, there was a pool of sweat underneath him, and there was a throbbing in his head.

"Luna almightly, what happened?" He mumbles to himself, rubbing his aching brainbox. He heard sizzling from the kitchen, and smelled eggs. "I must have fell asleep on the floor, and Twilight came back and started breakfast." he thinks to himself, getting up and walking in the direction of the kitchen. Instead of his lavender guardian, however, it was his abaster angel.

She looks at him and smiles seductively. "Hey, Casanova. I'm making an omlette, want some?" she says, sashaying her hips after saying it.

Spike looked at her with confusion, but then remembered the night before. He realized what had happened, and was both ashamed and content. He nodded yes.

"Good. Go back into the living room and I'll bring you a plate." She says, continuing her efforts. "And maybe we can go from where we left off." She says, suggestively. Spike swallows the lump in his throat.

Sorry about the abruptness of the sex, but Im more about drama and story than fucking. There is a twist, however. The next chapter is going to blow your mind.

(What-if?) Situational Report: Experiment 32-B

"FUCK." The scientist says, taking off his headphones.

"What?" his assistant says, putting down his coffee.

"I created the portal, I brought these three back, and all I get is one makes a FUCKING LOVE POTION. That just so happens to be directed toward the other two test subjects." He says, placing his head in his hands.

"Sir, the results were amazing!" The assistant says, enthusiastically.

He wheels around and looks at his assistant. "You don't understand. The virtual reality was to see how three different social statuses would react to each other. When done on humans, the results were just like in the real world. High class hates middle class, middle class hates low class. Here, though, high and middle class fuck like rabbits, and low is the cause of it all." He says, somewhat irate.

"Well, Johnson, what's the report?" a voice says from the door. It's the scientist's boss, who hadn't heard the conversation just held.

"Inconclusive as hell. I can't figure out what the fucking problem is, and I don't wanna know." He says, getting out of his chair and walking to the door.

"Well, we'll try again. Maybe rplace the white one with a royal figure, the scaly one with the energetic one, and the zebra for the cross-eyed one."

"No. Put them back in their own world." the scientist says, looking at his boss with a look that says that this is the only true option.

"Fine. Sam, get the portal running again."

"YES, SIR!"