Rarity's Punishment

It was late in the afternoon as Rarity and Spike walked together towards the library. The sun was slowly going down over the horizon casting a light glow on the pair, only a few ponies walked the streets. Around Rarity’s neck hung the Fire Ruby necklace, a testament to their new relationship. Spike’s hand was placed around Rarity’s waist holding her close. Upon closer inspection of the two however, something seemed off.

“Master, I can’t believe you made me go out like this. It’s so embarrassing,” Rarity said, keeping her tail scrunched up around her rear.

“And you love it. I bet you’re just hoping someone notices.” Spike removed his claw from her waist and slowly slid it down over her ass. He began rubbing it gently, moving her tail away, and revealing reddened cheeks and marks from something that looked strangely like a clawed hand; Rarity sighed at the comforting touch. “Just look how wet your tail is, you must be absolutely soaked down there.” He slid his hand further in, brushing one claw all the way down her marehood, drenching it, and eliciting a small moan of ecstasy from his love.

“Master, don’t do that. What if someone heard me or saw it?” Rarity whispered, electricity shooting up and down her spine.

Spike brought his hand up in front of them, one claw dripping wet. “Yea, I suppose that’d be pretty bad.” A devilish grin appeared on Spike’s face as he continued, “I bet it would be pretty bad if they noticed my claw coated in your juices too. Whatever are you going to do about it?”

“You don’t mean…what if someone saw me… it’s so improper,” Rarity stuttered, her face turning red.

“And the longer you wait, the more likely someone is to notice.”

Rarity quickly looked to make sure no one was watching. Confident she was safe, she wrapped her lips around Spike’s claw, cleaning it of her arousal. She reveled in her taste in the middle of some Ponyville street. She could feel her tail getting even more soaked, excitement literally pouring out of her. She realized her lips were still wrapped around Spike’s finger, sucking vigorously; she removed herself immediately creating a small pop.

Spike’s grin widened. “Enjoying yourself? I can smell you from here.” Spike took in a deep breath through his nose. “Ahhhh, flowers wish they smelled this sweet and delicious.”

Rarity attempted to hide her face behind her mane. “Is it really that strong, Master?”

“Maybe we should ask Twilight,” Spike said, pointing to the library now looming in front of them.

“When did we get here?”

“You were really enjoying yourself, huh?” Spike knocked on the door.

“One moment!” a voice called from inside.

Rarity trotted in place nervously. Spike had insisted they tell Twilight the good news together and immediately. Rarity loved the idea. What she hadn’t expected was getting her makeup out to whiten the red marks on her rear, and having Spike tell her she wasn’t allowed to use it! He told her she was still being punished, and that the citizens of Ponyville had a right to know that she had been punished properly. So he ordered her to walk the streets of Ponyville with her reddened hide on display for the whole town to see. She had been about to argue before she realized how hot the order was making her, and the way Spike was taking charge of her sent cold shivers down her spine. He was going to completely dominate her and make her his personal love slave, and she loved it. She put on the Fire Ruby necklace, telling her Master that it was proof of his ownership over her. The door opened, interrupting Rarity’s thoughts.

“Spike, why did you knock on the door?” Twilight asked, surprised by the pair standing at the door.

“I wanted to make sure we weren’t interrupting anything.”

“Well come in. Jeez, you act like you don’t live here,” Twilight said, beckoning them in.

Rarity and Spike walked in, and were led by Twilight over to a bookcase. Twilight stood in front of Rarity on her right side; Spike stood to her left side near her rear, covering most of his right side from Twilight’s view.

“Can I get you a cup of tea, Rarity?” Twilight started.

“Um, no dear, I’m quite fine,” Rarity said, shifting her eyes as to not catch Twilight’s.

“So what can I do for you two, and why are you acting so weird?”

“Rarity, why don’t you tell her,” Spike suggested.

“Of course Ma- Spike! Well you see, darling-” Rarity paused, and rubbed her necklace hoping it would provide some help.

“Is everything okay?” Twilight asked concerned.

Spike squeezed Rarity’s ass with his right hand, causing her to snap to attention. He slowly traced small circles against her rear, never taking his eyes off Twilight.

“Go on Rarity, tell her,” Spike assured her, playing with her the entire time and with no apparent interest in stopping, and all the while sounding very innocent but firm.

“Wellll, you see Twilight… I’ve falleeeeen for young Spike here, and as my best friend and his sisteeeer, we felt that you should be the first to know,” Rarity explained, trying to keep her mind off all the wonderful things Spike’s claw was doing to her, but occasionally slipping up with a small moan.

“That’s great news! I always thought you two would be perfect together; I just never expected it to actually happen. So have you two made any plans yet? What happened to make this, well, happen? I need details!”

“Well you see Twi, I was in such a hurry to see Rarity this morning that I just busted right in through her door and found her-” Spike slid a finger into Rarity’s marehood.

“IN! A brain storm trance, I was mulllling over rather to tell Spike if I loved him or not,” Rarity said, as Spike began moving his finger in and out of her, occasionally rolling it in a circle inside her.

“Rarity, are you okay?” Twilight had taken out a quill and paper and seemed to be taking notes. “You keep randomly slurring words and your voice keeps going up and down in pitch.

Spike inserted a second finger and added an opening and closing of the two fingers to his repertoire. “I’M Fiiine. Maybe it’ssssssss my throat and I do need that teaaaa.”

Rarity could feel her orgasm moments away; Spike noticed it too. He slid his fingers out, denying Rarity her sweet release; she subconsciously arched her ass back trying to get Spike’s fingers back into her.

“You know what Twilight, I think Rarity and I can make the tea. You’ve been here working all day without me after all. Don’t you agree, Rarity?”

“Yes, that sounds like a wonderful idea! Let’s go make tea, right now!”

“But you’re my guest,” Twilight said, as Rarity hurried to the kitchen with Spike walking behind her. “Okay then.”

Rarity busted through the kitchen door. She used her magic to grab a chair and proceeded to lean on it, lifting her ass straight up into the air. She quickly threw her tail to the side and waited for her Master to enter. Spike casually walked into the kitchen getting a wonderful view of Rarity as he entered, seeing how wet his handiwork had made her.

“Master, please, I need it so badly,” Rarity begged, wiggling her rear in the air.

Spike walked around the kitchen grabbing a kettle and some herbs out of a cupboard. “And here I thought we promised to make Twilight some tea. Well I’m not surprised really, look how wet getting fingered in front of your best friend made you,” Spike taunted, filling the kettle with water from the sink. He lit the burner on the stove with a small burst of fire, placing the kettle over it, and continued on, “Look at you. Your tail is soaked in your own juices; you’re enjoying being played with in front of your friend aren’t you?”

“NO! It’s- it’s- it’s not like that. You’re the one doing it to me! Please Master, have mercy!”

Spike tossed a few tea leaves into the kettle. “Odd, I don’t remember you asking me to stop. Mercy, you say? Well, I guess I could stop all together and leave you be. That’s what you want, right? After all, Twilight’s in the next room. You don’t like doing these sort of things with your friends close by, right?”

“Master!”

“Come on then, tell me what you want and why you want it? I’m not a mind reader, after all,” Spike said, turning around and looking right into Rarity’s beautiful azure eyes.

Rarity tried to look away, but she couldn’t break Spike’s gaze. “I want you to make me cum! I want you to make me drench my best friend’s kitchen floor with my cum! I want it because the thought of her catching us and seeing me acting like some dirty sex crazed toy of yours is making me soak my tail! Please Master!” Rarity cried out, admitting her desires.

Spike walked over behind her and slowly slid his claw across her still red ass, bringing it right to her marehood and slowly tracing around her outer lips. “Was that so hard now?”

“No, MastEEEEEEEER!” Rarity squeaked out, as Spike bent over and slid his tongue into her.

Rarity tried to remain quiet as Spike finally offered her an end to the afternoon long teasing, afraid that Twilight would hear her. Spike began sliding his tongue further in and flicking his forked tongue against her inner wall. Rarity almost screamed out in pleasure; all of Spike’s teasing had left her extremely sensitive. She knew she wouldn’t last very long, and so did Spike. Spike brought his left hand under her legs and began toying with her clit, rubbing and squeezing it. At the same time he placed his right hand on her ass under her tail, and spread her cheeks apart with his fingers and thumb. He plunged his arousal soaked claw right into her puckered ass. Slowly he slid it up and down, in and out, making her feel every millimeter as it moved inside her. Rarity couldn’t contain herself under the triple ended assault; she felt a strong and familiar feeling in her core explode outwards into endless waves of pleasure.

“MAAAAAAAAAAAAASSTEEEERRRRR!” she screamed as the kettle boiled, drowning out her cry of pure ecstasy to the outside world. Rarity had never felt such a fulfilling orgasm without actually being filled. It poured out between her legs.

Spike moved his head back, extending his tongue to stay inside her, while at the same time moving away from the gushing waterfall coming from his pet’s flower. Spike continued his licking, fingering, and rubbing as Rarity rode out her orgasm drenching his tongue and the floor in her sweet and salty flavor.

Rarity cooed in delight as the last wave rippled through her body; her head fell gently on the chair, her tongue rolled out her mouth, and her face had a drunken smile and deep blush, giving her a look of uncontained bliss.

Spike removed his hand from her clit with a small tug, pulled his tongue out of her slowly, and pressed his claw against the inside of her ass as he slid it out.

“Tea’s done.”

She sat there still dripping slowly onto the floor. Spike grabbed three tea cups and filled them with the steaming liquid. He quickly grabbed two of them and positioned them one at a time under Rarity’s splayed legs, allowing a few drips to land in each one. He then took the claw on his right hand and mixed the two cup’s.

Rarity, having regained her ability to talk, looked back at Spike, watching him using his soaked finger to mix their drinks. “Spike, what are you doing?” she asked, panting.

“Oh, just adding extra flavoring, some nectar from a sweet flower.” He took a small sip before replying, “Delicious, I almost feel bad not giving Twilight any. Speaking of Twi, it would be a shame if she tripped and fell in all that juice of yours.”

Rarity looked down at the floor under her leg; she stared at a small puddle of her own ecstasy shimmering in the light. “That’s all from me?”

“Every, last, drop. You better clean it up quickly too, before the tea gets cold, or Twilight starts wondering what’s taking so long.”

“With what, Master?”

Spike shot Rarity an amused look. “With what else? Your tongue.”

“O- Of course, Master.”

Spike reached into a cupboard and pulled out a small container of honey, pouring some into Twilight’s tea as he watched Rarity. She carefully removed herself from the chair still visibly shaken. She moved to the opposite side of Spike and lowered her head to the ground. She looked up into Spike’s eyes as she slid her tongue through the puddle licking up the mess she made. She continued working her tongue through the sweet liquid savoring the taste; she could feel her hind legs getting damp again. Her eyes never left Spike; he watched as she degraded herself, a lustful look in his eyes. She lapped up the last of her juices and swallowed, watching Spike as he put the cup he was holding down.

Spike walked over to her and put his hand under her chin, bringing her face up to his. “You’re a naughty little mare aren’t you, getting off in your friend’s kitchen and licking your cum off the floor?” Spike said smiling.

“And that’s why I have a Master as special as you, to punish me for being such a bad mare,” Rarity replied, enjoying his little mind games.

“Yes, yes it is.”

Spike’s head rushed forward catching Rarity’s lips against his own as he kissed her passionately, moving his hand behind her head and taking in the taste of her orgasm that she had licked off the floor. His tongue danced inside her mouth this way and that as it showed off its draconic dexterity. Spike gently nipped her lower lip as they parted, a thing trail of saliva still connecting them.

“And that’s for good behavior my love,” Spike said, sliding his hand from the back of her head to her cheek.

“Maybe I should be good more often then.”

“Nah.”