We All Have Our Kinks

We All Have Our Kinks

Chapter 1: Clothes Shopping

“Let’s try out this one, shall we?” Rarity said.

Rarity and Spike walked hand in hand together down the streets of Canterlot’s Commercial District on a bright Summer day. It was the currently the height of Fashion Week, a yearly event where fashionistas gathered from all over Equestria to showcase their wares, and the excitement in the air was almost palpable. The streets were packed with people of all types trying to see the latest trends, ranging from your normal everyday citizen on the lookout for a sale to the nobles who only bought the expensive designs, and Rarity and Spike were amidst it all, going from store to store seeing what all was on display.

Spike looked where Rarity had indicated. It was a larger store with a weird Prench name that was written in loopy cursive, and he’d absolutely no idea what it meant. All he knew was that the words kinda looked like they said ‘Fried Beer Shoelace,’ which would have made for quite the interesting inventory.

“The one on the corner, right?” he said.

“Mmhmm.” Rarity led the way, the crowd parting easily around her. She drew more than a few stares and doubletakes from almost everyone who had a working pair of eyes, but she at least made an effort to look like she wasn’t revelling in the attention. “I’ve got a good feeling about this one! Just this last shop, and then we’ll head back to the Boutique. I promise.”

Spike chuckled. “You said that about the last three stores, dear.”

“And I meant it each time!” Rarity insisted. “But they just didn’t have anything that caught my eye, and you know I refuse to draw inspiration from soulless, mass-produced, cookie cutter articles. The girls are counting on me to make clothes that fit them, and if we’re all going to have to live with these... changes, then we may as well make the most of them.”

It’d started not long after the battle with Tirek. Rarity had noticed it when all her clothes seemed to suddenly be a bit small, and a few measurements revealed that she’d gone from five foot six to five foot seven. Now, an inch of growth later in life might be explained readily enough, but when her friends all reported they’d grown an inch as well, it became clear something more was going on. Twilight discovered shortly after that their bodies were being altered to adequately house the magic of their Elements, and well… there was quite a lot of magic to house. They’d all grown an inch every month since that time, and while none of them know just how big they were all going get, they did know that in two and a half years, they hadn’t shown any sign of stopping.

Spike noted the slightest bit of amusement in his girlfriend’s voice as she lamented her ‘condition.’ Her outfit certainly didn’t reflect that statement. She was wearing a low cut ivory sundress with glittering indigo trim, complete with matching ankle boots, sparkling platinum earrings, and a giant felt hat set with a trio of blue diamonds. The fire ruby necklace he’d given her years ago was around her neck, although she’d currently enchanted it blue so that it went with her ensemble. Her hair was in its usual bouncy coiffure that shone in the light, and her expertly-done makeup accentuated her already-gorgeous features.

And if that weren’t enough, there was also her size. At just shy of eight feet feet her perfect figure made her the center of attention everywhere she went, drawing looks of awe, envy, and desire from all, and while normally such a size might present the problem of acquiring proper-fitting clothes, Rarity’s profession made it a non-issue.

“I’m not in a hurry,” Spike said with a shrug. He walked beside her nonplussed and casual, just happy to just be out and about in his hometown. He wasn’t dressed quite as nice as her, electing to just wear a white button down shirt, indigo slacks and loafers, although he was clean and trim, and his colors exactly matched hers. “It’s not like we’ve been buying things and are lugging a bunch of bags around. Take your time. I know this is your thing.”

Rarity looked down at him and smiled. “Always the gentleman... but really, I promise. This’ll be the last store.”

Spike good-naturedly rolled his eyes. “Whatever you say.”

They’d been an item for a little over a year now. Spike had gotten up the nerve to ask her out not long after he came of age, and while Rarity had meant to gently turn him down, she decided at the last minute to give things a shot. He deserved at least that much after crushing on her for so long, and with her head scraping against the rafters and all, she’d found that her prospect pool had gotten shallower as of late.

He’d eventually won her over with his good-hearted nature, and they were still together now, even with her being how she was, but such a thing mattered little to Spike. If anything, the size difference was merely a touch nostalgic.

Rarity ducked her head and entered the clothing store she’d indicated, breathing a sigh of relief as she discovered that it had high ceilings. There was a brief pause in activity as everybody turned to gawk at her, but she was so used to it that she didn’t even notice. Instead she used her height to look around for the women’s department, finding it just over by the left side of the store as Spike came in after her.

A saleswoman nervously approached them. “Erm... w-welcome! Can I help you find anything?”

Rarity smiled and shook her head. “I doubt you have my size, darling. I’m just looking around to get some ideas! Don’t mind us.”

The saleswoman laughed nervously. “Will do, heh…”

With long, elegant steps Rarity made her way over to the women’s clothing area. Spike trailed behind at an easier pace, glancing around the store and only paying half attention where she went. He knew she was on the hunt right now, and she’d be focused on her task until her style sense had stopped tingling, so he figured he may as well enjoy the ride… as well as the view.

And what a view it was. Rarity’s firm, heart-shaped ass was a magnificent thing, swaying from side to side in time with her sashay. Her godly legs went on for days, her hips were wide and full, and her slim waist was to die for. Her perfect hourglass figure was truly a thing to admire, and every outfit she chose only worked to accentuate her best features, from her almond-shaped face to her ample bosom to her lovely lower body.

Spike couldn’t help but notice (and get a kick out of) the stares that Rarity left in her wake. He stifled a laugh when he saw one particularly jealous-stricken guy, and while knew his relationship with Rarity wasn’t some kind of prize, he couldn’t help but pretend like it was sometimes. She really was larger than life, a beauty beyond beauties, and her confidence, personality, and heart made her that much more alluring as she only got bigger, better, and more desirable every day.

“Here we are.” Rarity got to the dresses and slowed her pace. She began looking around with a practiced eye, ignoring the more common pieces and singling out the unique ones. “I’ll just be a minute, Spikey.”

“Mmhmm.” Spike knew she’d be a half hour at the very least. “I’ll be around.”

Rarity snapped her fingers and muttered a soft spell. It was a good thing that her Element had seen fit to fix her eyesight along with improve her stature, otherwise wearing her glasses would’ve been quite the challenge. A sketchbook and pencil appeared in midair next to her, hovering in the glow of her azure magic, and she immediately set to work on her task. “Here’s a nice one!” She pulled out a scarlet dress with an open back and a pattern of flame on it. She looked it over for a few moments, muttering to herself here and there while taking notes. “Don’t think I’ve seen this style before…”

Meanwhile, Spike put his hands in his pockets and wandered around aimlessly for a while. He didn’t really have an eye for fashion, but he did know what kinds of things would look good on Rarity, and sometimes he went looking around for them. Already today he’d shown her some things that’d caught his eye, and she’d taken note of them. Sometimes she even modeled the clothes for him after she’d made them! (always a nice treat.)

There were dresses of all kinds. Summer ones, Winter ones, evening ones, formal ones, provocative ones, conservative ones, even a sign saying that ballroom ones were available upon request. Spike tended to like Rarity in cool colors—the blues, violets, and pale greens, although he’d learned recently that she looked very good in black, so he didn’t rule that out. The designs weren’t anything to write home about, or at least, or at least, there wasn’t anything that wow’ed him, but maybe if he kept looking—

Speak of the devil.

“Hel-lo.” Spike eyed a particularly interesting garment in the corner. It was a traditional violet and blue dress, soft and silky, enchanted with a shimmering pattern that made it look like the night sky. It was a rather conservative piece, long, and proper, but there was an elegance about it that matched Rarity to a T. He went over and picked it up in his hands, feeling the texture of the fabric, and was pleasantly surprised that it was made of some kind of silk.

Gently, Spike took the dress off the rack and went back over to Rarity. She wasn’t exactly difficult to find, as she hadn’t gone far and stood head and shoulders over all the display stands regardless. She was currently standing beside the discount sundresses taking notes, and she was holding up two of them against her bust with a look of mild annoyance.

“—growing faster than the rest of me,” he heard her mutter. “Gonna need new bras soon… hmm? What do you have there, dear?”

Spike showed her the dress he’d found. “What do you think of this?’

Rarity looked over the garment, then did a slight double take and furrowed her brow. “Oh! Ah, erm… well. Ha ha… W-Well. It’s um… nice! Yes, nice.”

Spike looked crestfallen. “Aww, you don’t like it? I thought for sure you liked this kind.”

Rarity blinked several times. She looked more closely at Spike, noticing the blankness and innocence in his eyes. Her expression immediately changed to mirth, and she very nearly snorted in laughter. “You little goofball. You don’t know what this is, do you?”

Spike cocked his head. A part of him wanted to pretend like he did, but he’d from enough mishaps that that was a bad idea. “Er… I guess… not?”

Rarity took the dress up in her magic and showed him him the dress tag, tugging on the stretchy fabric as she did. “This is a maternity dress, darling. Only pregnant women wear these.”

Spike’s pupils shrunk to pinpricks. “Oh… oh, u-um… whoops. You know I didn’t mean—”

Rarity burst out laughing. “Of course I do.” She leaned down and kissed the top of his head, inadvertently giving him an view of her generous cleavage. “I think we’ll agree it’s a little early to be thinking about that, hmm?”

A bit of drool fell from Spike’s mouth. Each one of her breasts was bigger than his head, and they moved hypnotically with the rise and fall of her chest. “Heh heh, yeah…”

“Unless...” Rarity gazed at the dress, a saucy grin creeping up on her lips. “Unless you were implying we do a certain something else.”

Spike snapped out of his daze. He looked up at Rarity, noticing the lusty look in her eyes. “R-Really?Here? In the store?”

“Oooh, yes.” Rarity stroked the dress with one hand and Spike’s cheek with the other. “I think it would be fun, don’t you? Consider it a reward for your patience today.”

Spike abruptly found his pants feeling tight. He nervously wet his lips, his eyes roving all over his girlfriend’s voluptuous body. “F-For how long?”

Rarity thought for a moment. “Maybe a day or two. No longer than three, though. We’ll need to head back to Ponyville by then.”

Spike nodded eagerly. “Alright! I’m game if you are! Always!”

Rarity’s quiet tittering giggle was music to his ears. She swooped down and caught him in a kiss, letting her hand trail down to fondle the bulge in his shorts. He moaned a bit at her teasing and leaned in for more, but she pulled back with a playful wink.

“After I’m done looking around.”

Spike drooped. “Aww.”

***

Click!

The door to the unisex bathroom locked shut behind them as Rarity and Spike began feverishly making out. A quick spell had their clothes flying off by themselves, and before long they were both naked and fondling each other in the small space. Spike had to stand on his tiptoes to kiss her, but she picked him up and held him by his ass, allowing him to wrap his legs around her and hang on tight.

“Spike…” Rarity slipped her tongue into his mouth, his hot breath mingling with hers as they pushed back and forth. His teeth felt smaller than hers, his lips felt smaller, his cheeks, his nose, everything about him just felt little to her. Well, almost everything. There was a certain something that still felt quite large (magical enhancements were a godsend) and while she wasn’t quite sure what his length was these days—likely around eleven inches when aroused, she knew it was enough to do the job… for now.

But neither one of them was interested in just Spike’s dick right now. No, they were more focused on the bigger picture.

Spike ran his hands through Rarity’s hair as he explored her body. He couldn’t fit his arms all the way around her, but he could hold on well enough. He broke their kiss and started licking her neck, tasting the saltiness of her flawless, alabaster skin. Rarity let out a hiss of approval and lifted her chin, squeezing his firm buttocks and letting him enjoy himself. He continued to lick her in long, slow strokes, switching sides every so often and gradually moving downward. Then he got to her collarbone and started nibbling, trailing out to her shoulder before moving back and going to the other.

Rarity’s legs wobbled a bit from his ministrations, but she kept standing and held him aloft. “Eager, are we?”

“Rares,” Spike said in a longing voice. He pulled back and stared unabashedly at her heaving bosom. “Your tits… your tits are so big…”

Rarity smiled and squeezed him a little harder. “They are, aren’t they? And they just keep getting bigger, and bigger, and bigger...”

Spike bit back a moan. A splash of pre surged from his tip, and he began feverishly kissing her collarbone again, trailing lower and lower until he got to her perky nipples. He took one in his mouth and began gently tugging, flicking it with his tongue while happily suckling away. He squeezed the other with his fingers at the same time, marvelling at the size and squishiness of them while his arousal climbed higher and higher. Rarity hummed happily from his efforts, and while still holding him with one hand, she used her other to play with his shaft.

“Ooooh,” Rarity let out a longing sigh. “Just like that, Spike, just like that… you always did like my nice big boobies, didn’t you? I always used to catch you sneaking looks at them whenever you could… heh, I still do, s’matter of fact.”

“Mrf,” was Spike’s reply. He started sucking on her breast a little harder.

“You’re such a naughty boy.” Rarity pumped his dick faster. “Just think about how that must look to other people, hmm? What do you think goes through their heads when they see you ogling me with those lecherous little eyes of yours?”

Spike released her teat with a loud pop! He pulled himself up and kissed her hard, his mouth dominating hers as he stole her breath away. She squeaked in a mixture of surprise and delight, his forcefulness catching her very much off guard, but then she pulled him in deeper and reciprocated his kiss, allowing him to respond with a ferocious, throaty rumble.

Spike broke their kiss and stared into her eyes, his fiery gaze making her shiver in delight. “They don’t think,” he whispered breathily. “They know.”

Rarity suddenly felt like she was being eyed by a predator, and she loved it. “W-What… what do they know?”

Spike ground against her. “That you’re mine.”

Rarity felt a fire of her own building in her loins. His intensity was infectious, and it was now creeping into her gaze. “Is that so? You think you can claim me, dragon boy? You think you can conquer the Lady of Generosity? Do you even know the things I’ve done?”

Spike licked his lips. “Why don’t you tell me, pet?”

Oh, that did it. With a flare of warmth in her core, she set him down and loomed over him, his head barely even coming up to her H-Cup breasts. “You’re not even a gnat compared to me, whelp. I’ve saved this land from darkness, chaos, fear, invasion, destruction, and more. I’ve fought against demigods, despots, spirits, madmen, and terrors that you can’t even begin to comprehend. I’ve seen the edge of despair and returned the better for it. I’ve more power now in a finger then you have in your entire body, and I’m only growing stronger by the day.”

Spike was practically panting. His clenched his hands over and over, his fingers moving about like he was playing a piano. His entire body was tensed, his fire magic pleasantly heating up the room, and his lust had twisted his face into a feral snarl. Rarity was undeterred. She put her hands on her hips and kept up the act, her head raised as she looked down on him with mock-disdain.

“If anything, Spikey-Wikey, YOU are the one that’s MINE. And in fact, I think that’s exactly what you are! From this point on, you’ll do what I tell you, when I tell you, and right now you’re going to pleasure my big, beautiful body in any way I want. No sooner, no later, and no hesitation whatsoever. Got it?!”

Spike was twitching. His whole body was shaking with desire, and it was a marvel he hadn’t pounced on her. He certainly hadn’t lasted this long the first few times they’d done this. His teeth were now grit as his nostrils flared wide, and the room was now filled with the scent of their combined arousal.

“Yessss,” Spike finally said, his voice gravelly and strained.

Rarity narrowed her eyes. “Yes, what?”

A delighted spasm ran through Spike, and for a second she’d thought she’d gone too far. He managed to hold on, though, and he lowered his head while sinking into a kneel. “Yes... Mistress.”

“Mmmm, good.” Rarity relished the thrill those words gave her, and not for the first time, she found herself revelling in her new power and size. “Now then, my little boytoy, we’re going to play a little game together. It’s one that I know you like, and you’re such a little deviant that you’ll be cumming long before we’re through. Probably even more than once, knowing you. You know which game I’m talking about, don’t you?”

Spike grunted his affirmation. He was eyeing her like a succulent piece of meat, and magical waves of heat were rolling off him like he was a being of flame.

“Let’s waste no more time then, shall we?” Rarity turned and went over to the sink, leaning over it and bending all the way over. Her soaked, dripping nether lips hung now just before and above Spike’s head, just waiting and ripe for the taking. Her scent washed over him and blanked his mind, and when Spike looked up, his pupils had morphed into cat-like slits.

She looked back at him with the most powerful bedroom eyes she could muster. “Does Spike want?”

And then he broke. In an instant he was burying his face in her folds, his long, thin tongue burying itself deep, deep inside her. He hit all her spots while squeezing her wide, full ass, and his nose brushed her clit as he kept going, licking and licking as if he was tasting the sweetest nectar. Rarity cooed and bit her lip, her eyes fluttering as she thoroughly enjoyed his efforts, but a little tongue action wasn’t quite what she had in mind. Not for the first time she wondered if dragon greed was contagious, because the instant his more primal side was let out and he touched her, she found she needed more… much more, and she needed it NOW.

“Spike!” Rarity barked. “Get on with it, or I’ll be forced to punish you. Do you want me to use the whip?”

Spike stepped back and wiped his mouth, revealing a set of sharp teeth and a forked, serpentine tongue. “Is Misssstress threatening... or promissssing?”

Rarity literally growled at him.

Spike grinned cheekily. “My apologiesssss, Mistress. I’ll ssssstart right away.”

Rarity’s pussy was a long, wide crease above him, dripping with her arousal and his saliva. It was tight, strong, and firm, but it stretched easily to his touch. Spike put his hands together as if he were about to dive, and then steadily, he made his way forward inside her.

His fingers were the first inside. Rarity’s labia easily parted and allowing him into her sacred depths, the soft, silkiness of her tunnel only spurring him on. His hands followed shortly after, swallowed easily by her vagina and pulling him further inside. Spike sank all the way to his forearms, his senses being consumed by the slit that beckoned to him, but all he wanted was more. His vision was filled with the sight of her massive cunt. His ears were filled with the schlick of her moist folds. The sweet scent of her arousal was in his nose, the taste of her essence was on his tongue, and the slippery feel of her inner walls was enveloping his arms. He pushed a little more and got his elbows to slip inside, and once he did, he lowered his head and felt his hair brush against her skin.

“Mmmmrrrrr~” Rarity practically purred her delight. The feel of Spike slipping inside her, the way her walls clamped down on him, and how he made her feel so warm. She widened her stance and bent her knees a bit, reaching down and feeling her stomach bulge just as his head slipped in. His draconic heat was better than any cock, and his magic made her entire tunnel spasm and pull him in on sheer reflex. She could feel her cunt stretching as he pushed harder to get his shoulders in, and it filled her nethers with a pleasant burning, like a muscle that hadn’t been worked in a while.

Rarity’s belly became taut and round as more of Spike disappeared into her. His armpits and chest had entered her cunny, and she could now feel him start to enter her womb proper, his wiggles and nudgings tickling her insides and feeding into her arousal. She abruptly felt and her a soft pop as her bellybutton was pushed out from its indent, and that action only served to turn her on all the more.

Rarity went cross-eyed as Spike got to the halfway mark. She could feel each pair of his washboard abs being pulled in, almost sucked inside, really, and it only made her want the rest of him that much more. She looked down to see that she already looked heavily overdue with twins, and a slick layer of femjuice was running down his back and legs, serving to make his journey that much easier. Rarity now straightened back up and carefully began to lower her knees, crouching down to take in the rest of him, and she felt another thrill as she took his dick in her hands, feeling the veins pulse in it as she stood it up straight. She allowed it to be swallowed by her vulva along with his hips, and the instant she did, he came inside her, his large, heavy balls coating her insides with ropes of gooey seed.

“OH, YES!” Rarity shuddered in delight. She squeezed her groin muscles hard, pulling in the taper of his ass and hips as the fire in her core made her teeter on the edge. Her belly was still swelling, filling, making her look more and more gravid as the seconds passed, and even as she surged rapidly from the size of full term triplets, to quadruplets, to quintuplets, she still was not yet done. Her breasts could now rest on her grand, full womb, giving her a true maternal look that was the envy of all mothers-to-be, and as the last of Spike’s legs and feet fell into her body, she threw back her head and came with a soundless cry.

“!!!” Rarity’s vision went white as her world exploded into stars, and she jerked her hips wildly as Spike fully entered and settled into her womb. Her pussy closed down tight after him as a flood of femcum squirted out of her, forming an impressive puddle on the floor. She could now feel every aspect of his fiery warmth now, simmering inside her like a miniature star, and it flowed to every inch of her body and made her feel alive.

Finally, it was over. Rarity found herself sweating and gasping for breath as she sat there on the floor, stroking her prodigious belly and basking in the afterglow. She snapped her fingers and muttered a quick spell, and with a pleasant coolness, her belly inflated even more as her womb became filled with all the things necessary to sustain her beloved. Her breasts grew a few sizes as well, a small bit of milk leaking out that she wiped off and licked clean, her hair became even more lustrous and luxurious, her hips became even wider, and she now seemed to give off a glow that came from within.

“Ahhh…” Rarity smiled serenely. “That was simply divine, darling. You never do fail to scratch that itch.”

I live to serve the Mistress, came the amused reply, sent directly to her mind.

Rarity chuckled. Gently, she eased herself back to her feet and examined herself in the sink mirror, or at least, as best as one could when one’s head and belly didn’t fit in the frame. Her breasts were likely somewhere in the J-Cup range now, though she couldn’t tell for sure without taking proper measurements. Her womb jutted out proudly several feet in front of her, round and flawless like a perfect orb of life, and she rested a hand on it as she admired herself. There was a definite shift in her balance and overall weight, that much was obvious, but it was nothing she couldn’t handle with her strength, and it was easier the bigger she got.

“Comfortable?” Rarity asked Spike. “What am I talking about? Of course you are. I know I certainly am.”

That’s what matters. Spike experimentally pushed a bit on her left side, causing Rarity to smile and lay her hand against his. Though I’d be more comfortable if we got something to eat. It’s about lunch time.

The mention of food made Rarity realize how hungry she was, as well. She rubbed her belly and stretched, her free hand effortlessly touching the ten-foot ceiling. “Now there’s a smart idea if I’ve ever heard one. I believe there’s a nice restaurant just across the street, and they have the most fantastic ice cream. I swear, I feel like I could eat a whole gallon of it alone!”

You probably can, Spike said honestly. I’ve seen you eat almost that much ice cream before, and right now with you eating for two? I bet you could probably down a couple full-course meals at the same time.

“Spike!” Rarity snapped, mortified. “That’s not polite. You shouldn’t speak so plainly about how much a lady can or cannot eat.”

Need I remind you that I am currently floating in your womb and am connected to you via a very real umbilical cord, Spike said. I think I’m allowed some say on your eating habits.

Rarity tried to think of a reply to that. Really, she did. But that one had her well and thoroughly stumped. So she wisely kept silent as she gathered up Spike’s clothes and stored them away, using a bit of magic to freshen up and remove the evidence of their activities. Next she put her own clothes back on, her panties and shoes going on easily enough, but when she got to the bra, she realized she had a problem.

“Hrm.” Rarity tried mooshing her breasts together to see if they would fit, then holding her breath to see if that would work, but either one was no dice. Her boobs were simply too big now, and if she pulled any harder she risked ripping the whole garment. “Spike, darling, I’m afraid I’m going to have to use your shirt to make some impromptu adjustments. You don’t mind, do you?”

Not like I have a use for it at the moment, Spike said wryly. Go nuts.

Whipping up a new spell, Rarity took his shirt and unravelled it, thankful that it was the same color as her bra. Next she used the thread to make some changes, making the bra a few cup sizes larger and the straps longer. When she was done the result was something that looked horribly tacky, but functional, and it was an undergarment so nobody was going to see it anyways.

“Ahh.” Rarity snapped on the enlarged bra and tested it, lifting her breasts a bit to see how well they were supported. They gave her a nice bit of lift. “That’s much better. That was easier than I thought! Glad I don’t need to do the same with my dress, though. I don’t think your clothes would give me enough thread.”

Didn’t you make it out of that stretchy stuff you and Twilight have been working on?

“It’s still a prototype, but yes.” Rarity slipped on the dress with barely any issue, her swollen belly being snugly wrapped in the fabric like a second skin. “This is the only piece we’ve made so far, but it’s progress nonetheless. I was meaning to test it in a slightly less naughtier way, but I suppose this works. Shall we see if it holds up?”

Spike laughter echoed in her mind. I hope it does, for your sake.

Rarity put her hat back on and gave herself one last perfunctory glance. Satisfied, she opened the door and stepped back out into the store, a nonchalant look on her face as she made for the exit.

“Goodbye, Miss!” The saleswoman said. “Hope you have a good… day…”

Her eyes went wide as she saw Rarity’s noticeably larger bust and massively pregnant belly. Rarity winked playfully and waved goodbye, gracefully ducking as she stepped back outside.

“Ta-ta, dear!” she called.

The saleswoman stared at the door for a full minute before shaking her head and walking off in a daze.

“I knew I shouldn’t have skipped my meds today... ”