Rarity's New Spa Treatment

by Marine Delight

Rating: mature
Tags: Fetish, Spike, Rarity, Sex, Slice of Life, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Romance
Length: 3922

The Day Spa has been closed down and Rarity needs her fix! After some extensive research, however, she seems to have found a much more pleasurable alternative - all she needs is a dragon... (NSFW - contains shipping and vore)

WARNING! This story contains inter-species shipping and soft NON-FATAL vore, or endosoma. If this is not your cup of tea, do not read, comment, or b**** about it.

Rarity finds herself flustered when she finds the Day Spa is closed and the Spa Sisters are not available to help her. The best she could do is find an alternative, and after browsing through Twilight Sparkle's library in the castle, she seems to have found it. All she needs to do is visit an old friend, and the rest will play out smooth as Neighgyptian silk.

Cover art is provided by SugahBite. Used with permission.

Published 2015-06-20 19:40:03 UTC
Last updated 2015-06-20 19:40:03 UTC

Rarity's New Spa Treatment

One deceptively fine day in Ponyville, tragedy struck. The spa was closed down for repairs due to a recent monster attack! Of all the worst things that could happen, this was the! Worst! Possible! Thing!

It could not be any more ill-timed, either, for this was the day for Rarity’s monthly special, where she could receive the best of the best treatment exclusive to regular customers. Poor Rarity had no idea what to do, as the sisters who ran the spa were the only ones who could give her the treatment. Nopony could match their magic hooves and what they could do. And what’s worse, the sisters were caught in the attack and being hospitalized. So there was no chance for a house call. Her loins burned with the previous anticipation and there was now no way to satisfy it. What was she to do?

About as fast as she despaired, an idea struck her mind. She could go to Twilight Sparkle’s castle and see if there were any books about magical treatments for the body similar to what the sisters could do. Surely there had to be at least one book on the subject. With determination driving her, she dashed to the very castle of the Princess of Friendship, which was honestly hard to miss in her humble opinion.

Rarity charged at the doors of the castle like an agitated bull until she came to a screeching halt just in front of them. She immediately regained her lady-like composure, put on her best smile, and gently opened the doors to reveal the long hallway. As she entered, she couldn’t help but feel aghast at how empty it seemed to be, the clop of her two hooves on the cold crystal floor echoing throughout the corridor, but took comfort that at least each room in the castle had some personal touches from each of Twilight’s friends, including herself. The dining hall never looked so glamorous.

She soon found herself in the throne room, where her eyes were immediately drawn to the chandelier hanging above, the roots of Twilight’s former home being preserved and used to hang gems with images of memories past for the princess to admire. Rarity’s hoof reached up to a gem holding the memory of the time Twilight’s dragon assistant Spike got too greedy and became a gigantic monster. At first, Rarity thought he was just some random brute of a dragon that could have potentially eaten her along with her precious gift, Spike’s fire ruby. Her eyes nearly filled with tears of joy at the moment, remembering those days when Spike would loyally assist her and she would generously reward him with his favorite treat - gems. Regaining her train of thought, she trotted over to the library.

Ah yes, the library. This was Twilight Sparkle’s favorite room. If she could, the purple mare could just sit in this room day and night, reading and re-reading, organizing and re-organizing, each and every book to her heart’s content. But strangely, she was not here. It was perhaps for the better. Rarity would be just as bashful as Fluttershy if Twilight knew why she’d come here. She looked around the library, taking note of all the Daring Do posters Rainbow Dash had plastered to the walls, when she spotted a nearby desk with a peculiarly large book in the center labeled “Book Index”. Perhaps this can help her find the book she needed. With the flip of a page, she began her search.

Minutes passed, which turned into hours, and Rarity still could not find a topic of interest. She had learned of miscellaneous herbs, baffling uses of cooking oil, and how to extract venom from a manticore. None of this information was any useful to her!

She pounded the bookshelf behind her in frustration, when a book fell onto her head. Befuddled, she lifted the book from her face with her magic and learned that it was about dragons. This was very peculiar, as Twilight claimed she had no books detailing anything about dragons when Spike was questioning his place among ponies. This must have been a new addition to the collection, and decided out of curiosity to browse through the pages. What she didn’t expect was to find some very interesting facts about their biology. Her loins grew hotter as inspiration struck her hard.

Wearing her best cloak, she sneaked out of Ponyville without anyone noticing. Despite internal complaints about the dirty road and her hooves aching, she pushed herself to reach her destination. Finally, she came across a cave entrance on top of a large mountain. She remembered this mountain well, being the sight of another dragon that snored smoke throughout all of Ponyville. Twilight said if nothing was done, it could cover all of Equestria, but looking back, Rarity scoffed that Twilight was being about as overly dramatic as herself. Now, that dragon no longer lives in this cave, but another one did; a certain dragon that Rarity knew well. Taking a deep breath, she called out in a sing-song tone. “Oh, Spikey-Wikey!”

The crashing of rocks echoed from the cave, startling Rarity senseless, as a large purple dragon with green spikes bolted to the entrance clumsily, standing with false bravado as he greets the young mare. “Rarity! What a pleasant surprise! What brings you here?”

Rarity couldn’t help but giggle at the dragon’s wacky entrance. He may be older and more mature, but he was still Rarity’s cute little Spikey-Wikey. She looked up the dragon’s frame and couldn’t help but admire his gigantic adult body. It seemed like only yesterday when he was merely half as big as her, and now, since he decided to build a hoard to help himself grow, he had become bigger, stronger, and admittedly more well-endowed since that one time Rarity visited him and accidentally saw his enormous-

She caught herself mid-thought and returned her gaze to Spike. “Oh, Spike. Can’t a lady visit an old friend every so often?”

“Well, as far as I remember, not today. Don’t you have some monthly spa thing you go to?”

Spike’s reasoning pierced Rarity. She couldn’t help but blush as she explained, “Well, yes, but unfortunately, I’m unable to make the appointment with them.”

“Monster attack?”

“Monster attack.”

“Figures.”

“Actually, that’s... partially why I’m here now,” Rarity continued. “You see, I was browsing through Twilight’s library for some inspiration when I found this new book on dragons.”

“A book on dragons? For real?”

“I know! I couldn’t believe it either! But let's discuss that later. Anyway, I was reading through it and discovered something very interesting about you dragons.” Rarity glanced seductively up at Spike, forcing the love-struck dragon to blush. “For one thing, I’ve learned that dragon’s saliva can make a pony’s coat shine beautifully in the light.”

“Wait. You want me to... spit on you?”

Rarity flustered at the absurd statement. “No! Of course not! That wouldn’t be very polite, now would it? No, I suggest something far more civil...” Her cheeks began to flush a bright red. “...and intimate.” With a flick of her horn’s magic, her cloak flew off, revealing her naked form in front of the befuddled dragon. “I was thinking something more along the lines of a... tongue-bath...”

Spike couldn’t believe his eyes or his ears. Rarity, the mare that he had a crush on since he first came to Ponyville, was standing naked in front of him, asking him to lick her body. Her beautiful, shapely, tantalizing body... He immediately shook himself back to his senses and looked down at Rarity, stuttering as he spoke. “Are you sure? I c-could just give you a jar of my saliva or something. I-I mean, it’s not like I wouldn’t want to, but... Why me?”

“Spikey, you’re the sweetest dragon in the world. I wouldn’t ever receive better treatment from any other dragon. Of course, you'd know that, having seen them and all..." Rarity chuckled awkwardly. "And it’s fairly obvious that you’d love to get a taste of me. What better time to start than now?” She had to admit, she knew about Spike’s crush for the longest time. In fact, it was obvious to everypony. She felt ashamed for exploiting his crush like this, but she knew that he would enjoy the thought just as much as she did.

“Well... if that’s what you want me to do...” Spike lowered his head and slithered his tongue out.

Rarity couldn’t help but blush at the massive tongue. No longer was it forked and slender like the previous time he had grown so large. Now it was wide, smooth-looking, and almost... inviting. With a stern stance, she pushed at Spike’s snout before his tongue could touch her navel. “No, Spike. Open your mouth.”

The dragon was dumbfounded. “W-What? But I could just-”

“It’s all part of my treatment plan. I need you to open your mouth and allow me inside.”

Not wanting to argue with a lady, especially not Rarity, Spike slowly opened his mouth.

Rarity looked inside in awe. The mouth was enormous. Her eyes wandered along the gleaming white pearls of teeth lining Spike’s muzzle, thankful that he’s keeping his oral hygiene in check. They looked like they could tear through a pony without any effort, and the molars to the very back would crush their bones about as easily as gems. Shivering from fear, she let her eyes descend onto the large bed of a tongue, which looked like it could accommodate Rarity’s whole body. Traveling up, she soon found herself staring down his deep, dark throat. Her mind was racing at the thought of what lay beyond the mouth. Some hapless pony could slip inside and be swallowed in one gulp, and nopony would be the wiser. She shook her head and refocused herself on Spike’s tongue. She stuck one hoof out and around the tongue and sat her rump down on the base. The feel of his rough taste buds grazing against her loins was almost enough to make her squeal.

Spike was just as stunned to feel the mare sitting on his tongue, in his mouth. Any further and he would have practically eaten her. And the strangest part of it all is... she actually tasted delicious.

“How do you like the taste, Spike?” Rarity teased. “Go on now. Lift your head up. Make sure to keep me secure in here.”

Spike bashfully obliged, lifting his head up with Rarity still sitting in his mouth, her legs dangling in the air outside between his teeth. He had to wonder how the mare of his dreams could be so calm in this situation.

Truth be told, Rarity was absolutely terrified. This was a thrill unlike any she had ever had. What other pony could claim to ride inside the mouth of a dragon? But this was no time for boasting. As soon as Spike’s head reached up to its natural position, Rarity brought her legs inside, pushing them towards the throat to lie on her belly. “Okay, Spike. Give me a good licking.”

Spike couldn’t hold back anymore. As soon as he closed his mouth around her, his tongue went to work, vigorously rubbing against Rarity’s body as if it were the most delicious sapphire.

Rarity laughed with excitement. The large muscle cradled her body ever so tightly, she felt like she was going to burst with the heat of her loins growing. Without hesitation, she held firmly to the tongue and rubbed her crotch and ample mammaries against the giant spongy organ.

Spike marveled at the new, sweet-yet-salty taste invading his senses. His determination to have every part of Rarity tasted grew even higher.

Both parties went to work on each other faster and harder with each passing second.

It seemed like hours have passed when mere minutes have.

Neither one wanted to stop!

They couldn't stop!

They had to go faster!

Harder!

More!

More!

More!

Finally, Rarity felt sweet relief!

She let out a huge sigh and flopped unceremoniously down on the dragon's tongue. Her essence poured out all over the maw as her coat and mane dripped with saliva.

Spike panted heavily, letting his tongue hang out with the pony laying on it, enjoying the special moment with his special mare.

As Spike breathed out, Rarity shivered at the hot breath pouring down her back. It was unlike any heat the spa could ever provide. She rested her body, letting her arms dangle out this time, taking in the sensation of his breath smothering her body. She felt like her bones were melting with each breath exhaled. As her head rested on the end of Spike’s massive tongue, she looked up to one of his eyes, giving him a look that can only be described as a blissful “thank you”. She felt very comfortable in the mouth, like she could stay in there forever. Of course, she knew that wouldn’t be possible. Perhaps she could use Spike’s mouth as a bed from now on whenever she had longer visits with him.

But what struck her curiosity was the smell of his breath. “Spike, your breath... It smells... good. Surprisingly good, like you ate hundreds of packets of mints.”

“Oh, uh...” Spike tried to speak, but found it difficult with the pony in his mouth.

Rarity giggled and squirmed around on the tongue. Her eyes found themselves once again looking down the throat where her hooves dangled. Her jaws clenched at the thought of how it might feel to go down there, pressed down by the walls of the throat and plopped into his hot, cavernous stomach. Her curiosity got the best of her, and she immediately pushed herself back.

Spike felt the sudden weight against his throat. He didn’t know what just happened, but he didn’t want to end up choking trying to find out. Before he could try anything, however, he gave a loud audible gulp. He soon realized... he had just eaten Rarity! “Oh no! Rarity!”

Rarity could barely contain herself. The throat muscles pressing against her body felt much better than she realized. The slick fleshy surface rubbed against her diamond-hard nipples, and she couldn’t help but bring a hoof to her nether regions in desperation. She also loved how the esophagus pressed tightly enough on her body that most of her joints cracked in all the right places. It was like a full-body massage pressing everywhere at once, and she enjoyed every second of it.

However, her time in the esophagus would be cut short as a sphincter opened up beneath her and the muscles pushed her out. She could feel a warm gust brush up on her back as she fell, until she landed on the soft surface of the stomach floor. It felt so strange. It was tough and flexible, yet soft and squishy. She remembered Pinkie Pie once say that one’s stomach was probably like a bouncy castle for food. Well, she wasn’t entirely wrong, apparently.

Spike cried out to his stomach. “Rarity! Are you there? Can you hear me?”

Rarity could feel his muffled speech echo around her. It was still audible enough to understand as she shouted back. “I’m fine, Spike! Don’t worry!”

Spike could barely hear Rarity, and was relieved to know that she was safe, but he was nonetheless panicked. “Rarity, I’m so sorry! I didn’t mean to swallow you! I-“

“No, Spike, I’m sorry! I surprised you with that impulsive behavior of mine. But rest assured I’m fine. This is all part of the treatment plan.”

“How is getting eaten by a dragon part of the plan?”

“You’ll see.” Rarity brought up a light from her horn’s magic and looked around the stomach walls, finding them caked with stray gems shining from her glow. The light reflecting from the gems was completely dazzling, she had nearly lost track of where she was. Another thing she noticed was the minty smell. It was much stronger here than it was in the mouth. She’d have to question Spike about it later since, from what she learned, dragons do not naturally have good-smelling breath. Finally, she found what she was looking for. She walked towards a pool of Spike’s stomach acid bubbling up as it worked slowly on digesting the gems. Cautiously, she knelt down and dipped a hoof into the liquid, finding it tingling, but not at all harmful. She then slowly walked into the acid and sat down, letting it completely cover her body. The book was true about the acid. This was absolutely amazing.

“Rarity! What’s going on?”

Spike’s worried call had broken Rarity’s train of thought. She calmly replied. “I learned that dragon stomach acid is actually really good for a pony to bathe in. It cleans the pores and exfoliates the skin. Plus the heat of your stomach makes it feel like I’m in a sauna.”

“But... what if I digest you? I don’t want you getting digested, Rarity!”

“The only way you could digest me is if you chewed me up like a marshmallow, Spikey.” After a few seconds, both cringed at the mental image, and Rarity soon continued. “The acid here is much weaker than you realize. Any jewels you swallow whole will take days, perhaps weeks, to fully digest. So a pony like me will be completely safe. For at least a day, maybe...”

“How can somepony know so much about that stuff?”

Rarity cringed. She couldn’t possibly tell Spike that the author of the book actually killed a dragon to experiment on its body’s many chemical compounds. But she didn’t want to outright lie to him. She supposed it was Applejack rubbing off on her. “He... did some very thorough research himself... The author, I mean.”

“Wow. I guess he found a dragon that he could trust, too, huh?”

Rarity felt like she could snap in half from awkwardness. “Y-Yes... It’s possible...” Her mind looked desperately for another topic, and wandered back to the unnaturally pleasant smell. “Spike, now perhaps you could answer my question. It’s not only your breath, but your stomach that smells so pleasant. Why is that?”

“Oh, that.” Spike scratched the back of his head. “I’ve actually made it a habit to eat some special gems that give me good-smelling breath every morning. I don’t want anypony scared away by my rancid dragon breath. I didn't think it would work on my stomach, too.”

“Oh, is that so?” Rarity giggled as she could tell that Spike was blushing. “Spike, you have done absolutely wondrous work for me. No words could ever express my gratitude.”

“I’m just glad I could help. But... maybe you could warn me before you do something crazy like that.”

“Of course, dear.” Rarity sighed and let her head sink underneath the pool of acid, allowing her whole body to feel the tingling sensation of Spike’s body cleaning her up. She took comfort in the fact that Spike was around to help her whenever she needed it. Feeling his entire body surround her was like being cradled in the arms of a lover. Of all the best things that could happen, this was the. Best. Possible. Thing...

Rarity was given a thorough hot shower by the time Spike coughed her up. She admitted that the experience was pleasant, but she didn’t want her friends to worry. While in the shower, she looked around the cave of her host. It looked almost similar to Twilight’s room back when the Golden Oak Library was still around, only it was built more for a dragon. Her eyes caught sight of six framed pictures of Rarity and her friends, with Rarity’s frame surrounded by hearts carved into the stone wall. She chuckled and turned to Spike, noticing that the dragon was looking away bashfully. Adorable, Rarity thought. Such a gentledragon. She stopped the shower and immediately wrapped a towel around her wet naked body, stepping out in front of her dragon friend. “Oh, Spike. What do you think of the new me?”

Spike looked down at the little pony, finding himself at a loss for words. Her mane and tail had a much more pleasant sheen than ever and her coat seemed to sparkle as much as her eyes do every day. He found it troublesome to find the words to express his feelings, but managed to utter, “G-Gorgeous...”

“Oh, Spike, you’re too sweet.” Rarity bent down and kissed one of Spike’s claws. “I’ll find you some of the best jewels to add to your hoard as payment for your services.”

“Oh, I, um...” Spike tried to catch his words. “I already have the best jewel right here in front of me...” He internally face-palmed himself for saying something so cheesy it would make Pinkie Pie look sensible.

“Oh, Spikey-Wikey! You’re making me blush!” Rarity couldn’t help but hug the claw, dropping her towel to better embrace her dragon friend.

Spike chuckled at his success and raised Rarity up to his eye level. “Rarity, I know this might sound strange, but after today, I can honestly say that you’re more scrumptious than any jewel I could ever put into my hoard.”

Rarity giggled. “Coming from you, I’ll gladly take that as a compliment. So, when can we do this again?”

“A-Again? You actually w-want to do this again?”

“Of course, darling. This is better than any spa treatment I could ever get, but I want to make it special. How about... I make this my new monthly spa treatment?”

“B-But what will the Spa Sisters think?”

“Oh, I’m sure they won’t mind. I’ll still visit them in my weekly sessions with Fluttershy. Plus, it’ll give you time to prepare for my arrival this time.”

Spike blushed as he remembered his embarrassing entrance earlier. “Y-Yeah... Alright, Rarity. If that’s what you want, I’ll gladly mark it on my calendar.”

“Oh, I’m glad to hear th- Wait. You have a calendar that big?”

After a good while of drying off and a pleasant chat over lunch, Rarity draped on her cloak and bid her dragon friend farewell until the next month. As she walked back down to Ponyville, she ran a hoof through her luxurious mane and thought about what she’d have to do tomorrow. She’d have to come up with a good excuse to cancel her monthly appointment with the Spa Sisters, as well as thank Twilight for unwittingly giving her such an interesting read. But it'll be worth it to feel that experience once more. It may not be exactly the most elegant method of beautification, but her new monthly meeting with Spike will definitely be the most pleasant method...

Author's Note

I've always wanted to do a more pleasant vore fiction about an adult Spike and Rarity, as most vore fiction I've read was either baseless, poorly-written, or just downright unpleasant. Most of you may be turned off by the fact that somepony would willingly let themselves get eaten, but you can take comfort that it doesn't have to be a masochistic or sadistic fantasy. For anyone who's not into vore but read this out of curiosity, what do you think of the story? Is there any way I could improve my writing? Did this story help you see the mutual friendship between a predator and its prey that most vore fanatics find hard to express for non-vore fans? I look forward to hearing from you all.