Rarity's Punishment

Spike and Rarity walked into the main room of the library, a tray with three tea cups in one of Spike’s hands, to find Twilight staring at them.

“What took so long? You went to make tea like 15 minutes ago.”

Spike was prepared though. “Of course Twi, the best tea has to be heated slowly after all.”

“Quite, darling.”

Spike handed everyone their cup. Rarity watched him drink his as she enjoyed the special flavoring in her own. Spike’s eyes flashed with panic for a moment though, much to Rarity’s surprise. Hers tasted fantastic.

Twilight’s face lit up as the tea reached her lips and continued down her throat. “Spike, what did you put in this? It tastes way better than my normal honey and tea, sweet with a hint of something salty.”

“Oh, um,” Spike had to think fast, “that’s from the slow boiling. You add a little salt; it lowers the boiling point so you can run it at a lower temperature longer.”

Having accepted the answer, she took another sip, slowly enjoying it. “You’ll have to show me how later.”

“Sure,” Spike said, chuckling nervously.

Rarity found her marehood practically burning at the realization. Her best friend, Twilight Sparkle, was drinking tea flavored with her cum, and, even more arousing still, she was actually savoring the taste.

Spike noticed the hungry look in Rarity’s eyes; he smiled and gave her a wink. He seemed to relax at the realization and upon closer inspection had a rather mischievous look himself, like a child who’d gotten away with something.

And so Rarity continued her made up story about how Spike had caught her thinking out loud about her feelings. How she had confessed everything and how Spike had taken her into her arms and kissed her, softly whispering into her ear that he loved her as well. They talked about how it had all happened, Spike chiming in here to explain what he told Rarity about loving her. An elaborate lie created with true feelings, and Twilight sat there writing it all down in her notepad. They told her how they hadn’t planned a first date yet, and then the three just sat there talking as friends often due, occasionally slipping back into Twilight’s joy at the development of their relationship.

Spike looked outside and noticed that the sun had long since set and the moon had taken its place in the sky. “Girls, I hate to interrupt, but it seems to have gotten pretty late while we sat here reminiscing.”

Twilight glanced at the clock on the wall. “Wow, Spike, you’re right. I can’t believe time got away from us so quickly.”

“Twilight darling, do you think I could spend the night here? I’d really rather not try to make it back to the boutique this late at night.” Giving her best pouty face, Rarity shot her friend what had come to be known as, the look.

“I don’t see why not.” She closed her notepad and stretched out on the cushion. “I’ll get a spare bed from the basement for our room.”

Spike stood up and offered Rarity his claw. “Rarity and I will make dinner.”

“Oh, sounds fun, Spikey-Wikey.” She took his claw gingerly and let him help her up.

“All right then, sounds like a plan,” Twilight stated, failing to notice the suspicious look her friend and adopted brother had given each other.

Rarity and Spike swept into the kitchen yet again.

He clapped his hand together and rubbed them vigorously. “I’ll make the salad. Why don’t you start on our special salad dressing for tonight?”

Rarity leaned over and gave him a kiss on the cheek. “It would be my pleasure, Master.”

Spike ran around the room preparing three salads quickly. Years of experience aided him as he expertly cut lettuce, tomatoes, onions, green peppers, daffodils, and crushed gemstones, for his salad. He finished all three in under thirty seconds, and turned to watch Rarity.

Rarity had taken a seat on the chair, her back leaning against the back of it, and her legs splayed in the air putting herself on display and giving her full access. She used her magic to grab an empty salad dressing container Spike had laid on the counter during his collecting of materials for the salad. She quickly removed the top and placed it next to her. She brought her hoof down and began slowly rubbing. She moaned softly as a few tingles from her soft touch shoot up her spine.

Spike grabbed a few leaves from the herbs he kept around the kitchen, nothing but fresh would do, as he enjoyed the show, remembering the similar one he got earlier that day. He put the ingredients in the open salad dressing container, and quietly slipped behind Rarity. Her eyes had closed as she increased her pleasure, making it easy for Spike. The drake gently nibbled her ear, his sharp fangs brushing against the skin. The unexpected addition to her routine caused her to gasp loudly.

An azure aura surrounded the container and brought it before her. She began rubbing it up and down against her marehood. The plastic’s cold touch drove her insane as some of the liquid coming off of her dripped in. Spike had taken the time to work his claws all over her body, eliciting soft purrs from his love, and had finally ended up at her nipples. He pulled, squeezed, pinched, and teased her relentlessly with his claws as he placed hot kisses up and down her neck. As her voice began coming out in short sexy moans, Spike in turn began growling deep from within his throat. Both were careful to avoid being too loud, and inevitably, Rarity came graciously, biting down on Spike’s scaled arm to repress her scream.

He wrapped his arms around her snuggly, enjoying the warm fur against the softer scales of his underbelly. “Someone enjoyed herself.”

Rarity turned her head upwards and stole a passionate kiss from her dragon, their tongues dancing and writhing against one another. Still coming down from her high, she quickly gathered any remnant of the experience dripping off of her into the bottle. “I made lots of dressing, Master.”

Spike took the nearly half filled bottle and mixed it with one of his claws before adding a few spices and mixing it again. “That’s because you’re my good little mare, until you’re my naughty one, that is.”

Rarity could have sworn she saw the door move, but decided against saying anything. The pair quickly finished preparing the meal, and brought Spike’s masterfully crafted salad, Rarity’s special dressing, and three cups of lemonade plus the pitcher to the table.

They entered the main part of the library to find Twilight reading a book quietly, to neither’s surprise. “Darling, dinner is ready. It promises to be quite enjoyable.”

She looked up at both of them. “Alright, just let me throw a marker in here so I don’t lose my place.”

Spike rolled his eyes playfully. “Twilight, you couldn’t lose your place in a book if you tried, you remember everything.”

“Well I’m going to anyway, so blah.” She stuck her tongue out at the drake.

Twilight and Spike walked into the kitchen with Rarity behind them, still being careful to keep the marks on her rear from Twilight’s eyes. However, in her pause, she noticed that the pillow Twilight had been laying on when they walked in was wet in a very particular spot. She simply smiled as a gentle burning sensation began in two spots, only one being her cheeks, and followed after them to eat.

Twilight entered the kitchen finding a perfectly set table for three. “This looks delicious you two. You really outdid yourselves.”

Spike pulled out a chair for Rarity, and to Twilight surprise, one for her, before sitting down across from both. “Wait till you try it. As Rarity would say, it’s to die for. She even made the salad dressing herself with only a little help from me.”

Glancing over to Rarity, Twilight seeked confirmation, “That good, huh?”

“Quite, darling. I think it’s time we, ‘dug in’, enjoy.” Without being asked Spike served both mares their salads before taking his own. “Such a gentledrake.”

“Only when you’re around,” Twilight rolled her eyes, “trust me.”

He couldn’t help but laugh. “I guess she just brings out the best in me.”

Twilight was the first to grab the salad dressing and poured a more than gracious amount on, which Spike found strange since she rarely used any. “Geez, Twi, save some for the rest of us.”

“Well, Rarity made it special, so I’m just sure it’s going to be delicious.” She took a large bite and a dreamy smile spread across her face. She licked her lips to make sure she got all of it. “It’s just magnificent. So good.” She purred, almost seductively.

Rarity’s face brightened a dark red, and Spike attempted to hide his before he resembled a child who had just gotten away with something bad. They each quickly drizzled some on their own salads before their pause became too obvious. Rarity wasn’t sure how, but somehow Spike had chosen just the right spices, herbs, and salad ingredients to compliment her taste perfectly. It was no wonder Twilight never did any cooking if Spike was this good at it. Rarity smiled as, for the third time that day, she partook in the taste of herself mixed with other… unique tastes, like the floor and the tea. The heat inside her rivaled the fire inside Spike’s chest, at least in her own mind.

As for Spike, he was starting to feel extremely aroused as he watched the two mares thoroughly devour and savor the incredibly perverse meal he and Rarity had created. He felt a hoof gently begin rubbing against his waist. Looking across the table he saw Rarity wink slyly at him before removing her hoof. He may have been the Master, but she always enjoyed a good tease. The message came through loud and clear, a preview of what she had in mind for later.

“So, Twilight, darling, did you manage to get that bed from the basement?”

Twilight’s face met her hoof in response. “I got distracted… by that book. I’ll get it after dinner, okay?”

Rarity brought her hoof to her chin before bringing it together with her other hoof. “I was thinking that instead of that, I would just sleep in Spike’s bed with him. You did just get him his own full size bed, after all, and it would be so much easier for you, darling.”

Quickly looking from Spike to Rarity, she replied, “I-I don’t know, Rarity.”

Rarity refused to yield, “I insist.”

“I guess it’s okay… as long as Spike doesn’t mind.” Her face had turned red, and she shook it quickly to clear her thoughts.

Spike smiled sweetly, rather impressively considering the devilish thought’s running through his mind. “Sounds good to me.”

“Then it’s settled!” Rarity cheered, clapping her hooves together.

Twilight finished her plate, and to Spike and Rarity’s surprise, slowly licked it clean. She blushed profusely as her friends stared at her. “It was just so good. You’ll have to show me how you make it, Rarity.”

“Sure,” her eyes half-lidded,” but not right now.”

“Of course not, silly.”

Rarity and Spike finished the last of their meals in silent contemplation about Twilight’s behavior. Rarity was now one hundred percent certain about her belief, and Spike was starting to wonder himself.

Twilight got up from the table and magically pushed her chair in. “Well, I say we each have a shower and maybe sit around the fireplace talking before heading off to bed.”

Getting up and stretching out, Spike agreed, “Sounds great, Twi.”

“Indeed, darling. Why don’t you go first?”

“That’s very kind of you. Be back down shortly.” Twilight headed up the stairs and entered the bathroom. She turned the shower on and stepped in, humming her favorite tune.

With Twilight out of range, Rarity looked over to Spike with a seductive smile and a quick sway of her hips. “I think we need to talk about tonight, Master.”