Taming a Dragon

The wind was howling and the snow was coming down hard across Ponyville. The streets were empty, save for only one or two ponies who were carrying some food and heading home, and the low visibility made it hard for them to see where they were going. Although many businesses and stores had shut down due to the storm, one tall, elegant building near the center of town had a unicorn walking back and forth to do another kind of business.

In a room that was considered ‘organized chaos’ by the owner, a lean, delicate looking unicorn with ample hips and a rather large bosom in a fluffy purple blouse, black jeans, and high heels was pacing back and forth in the room. She carefully walked over the rolls of fabric on the floor and turned her head to a mannequin wearing a strapless royal blue gown that reached down the the feet of the model.

“Hmm… it’s looking good so far,” said the unicorn. She rubbed her chin as she gazed at the dress. “Perhaps I should add in a golden lace pattern on the dress. Spike, what do you think?”

There was no answer.

The unicorn turned her head. “Spike?” she asked.

“I’m coming, Rarity!” a muffled and somewhat deep voice shouted. “Can you open the door?”

Rarity gasped and hurried to the door to open it. When she did, she saw a large pile of rolls of fabric and some cloth that was shaking violently.

“Good heavens, Spike!” cried out Rarity. “Let me help you with that, darling.”

She took some of the rolls of fabric and her horn lit up to lift a few more up into the air. The rounded face of a dragon with green spines and eyes came into Rarity’s view. He moved to a nearby table and put the remaining stuff down. Spike brushed the little dirt he got on his dark green shirt and his blue jeans.

As Rarity watched the rather tall and slender dragon brushed himself off, she couldn’t help but think just how big Spike had gotten now. Once a rather tiny dragon, Spike had finally hit his growth spurt a few years ago. While he was now as tall as where her neck was, Rarity had heard from Twilight that he could be as tall as Big Macintosh sometime next year, or the year after.

“Are you alright?” wondered Rarity. “That certainly was a lot more than you should have handled, Spike.”

The dragon waved a hand. “Ah, it was nothing,” he nonchalantly said. “I can handle it. See?” He flexed his lean muscled arm to show a few muscles on his arm. “I’ve been working out with Rainbow Dash lately, and it’s starting to pay off.”

Rarity smiled and said, “I can see that. Let’s see if all that training will help me in getting my order done soon. I was thinking of adding in a lace pattern over the torso area of the dress to give it more flash. What do you think, Spike?”

Spike nodded slowly and said, “I think it could work. What kind of pattern were you thinking?”

Rarity backed up to look at the dress. “Well I was thinking of something like rose or something like–oh!” Before Rarity could finish her thought, she bumped into a table nearby and heard a dull thud. She looked over and saw a roll of golden fabric had fallen. “Oh, dear. Let me get that.”

Spike watched Rarity leaned over and felt heat started building up in his face as he looked directly at Rarity’s well rounded backside. The jeans she was was wearing were riding up it and gave Spike a view of how curvy it was. She shook her rump around as she bent over further to get it. Spike couldn’t help but bite his lower lip and stare at the fashionista.

His steamy thoughts were broken up though as he felt something tightening and a bit painful in his groin.

… Oh, no, thought Spike.

He looked down and clasped his hands over his mouth to hold back a gasp. In the groin area of his pants, a large bulge had appear and was slowly sticking out so much, it looked like part of his pants was a tent. He quickly looked up and saw Rarity was getting back up. Spike panicked and looked at the door. An idea suddenly hit him and he tip toed over.

Rarity adjusted herself and placed the fabric back on the table. “Ah, there we go! Now where was I, Spike?” She turned around and was shocked and confused to see the dragon had his back turned towards her and was inching himself towards the door.

“Spike?” she inquired.

“Uh… that sounds great, Rarity,” said Spike in a jittery voice. “Why don’t y–you get started without m–me?”

“What’s wrong, Spikey?” she concernedly asked.

“Nothing!” he answered in a panic. “I mean, it’s nothing at all. I'll be right back. I, um, need to… go to the b–bathroom.” He bolted out of the room before Rarity could get another word out.

Rarity stared dazedly at the door as she heard Spike’s footsteps hurry down the hall and out of hearing range. She frowned to herself and shook her head as she thought about Spike.

“Again he has done this,” she told herself. “I don’t know what Spikey Wikey’s problem is. I’ve never seen him act like this before.”

She thought back some of the previous incidents similar to this. A few months ago, he was helping her again with another order. When Rarity asked for a needle, she saw Spike hid behind a table and stretched out to give it to her. One month after that, he made multiple trips to the bathroom or excuse himself to get water. She didn’t get much assistance from Spike that day. Then only one week ago, Spike said he wasn’t feeling well only after helping her for a half hour and was clearly fine. He ran off back to the castle before she could stop him.

Rarity stomped her foot and huffed. “Well that ends today!” she vowed. “I must know what’s wrong with Spike no matter what!”

Rarity walked out of her design room and made her way down to the the bathroom. She could hear Spike’s voice mumbling the closer she got. She stopped walking and carefully tip toed up towards the door. As Rarity got closer to the bathroom, she heard Spike clearly.

“Not again! Not again! Not again!” he moaned in panicky voice. “Not this again!”

Rarity raised an eyebrow and looked worried. Spike?

“Why can’t I go at least one day without this happening to me in front of Rarity, or one of the other girls!?” he demanded in an irate tone. “I don’t this to happen all the time!”

Rarity took a deep breath and placed her hand on door handle. She took another deep breath and creaked it open wide enough to get a glimpse inside the room.

Spike, whatever is the matter with you? thought Rarity to herself. I won’t let you suffer any further from whatever is on your mind!

She quietly leaned in and got a glimpse inside the bathroom. She almost had to stop herself from falling back and gasping at the sight she saw. She did a double take as she looked in the bathroom and saw Spike with his pants down. Rarity’s eyes were drawn to something else that had left her feeling both shocked and a little hot in the cheeks: a reddish phallus sticking straight up.

Rarity took another look in and flushed at the sight of Spike’s member. It was certainly big and rather thick for him. The tip was curved upwards and from the bottom of the tip, to all the way to to the base, there were large ridges on it. The more Rarity stared at it, the more hypnotized and heated she felt. She bit her lip and slowly lowered her hand into her pants, past her purple panties, and–

No! Rarity scolded to herself as she quickly pulled her hand back out and straightened herself. I… I shouldn’t be doing this. It’s uncouth for a lady such as I. Especially with how distraught poor Spikey is.

Rarity slowly backed away from the bathroom door. When she could no longer hear Spike’s frustrated cries, she turned tail and briskly walked into her bedroom and locked the door. Rarity leaned against the door and said nothing. She could see Spike’s rod in her mind, and the steamy thoughts she had lingered in her mind.

Rarity reached down to her groin area and slowly put a hand on it. She gasped and pulled back immediately to feel something that made her feel a little ashamed: wetness. The thought of Spike’s member had affected her in more ways than one, and her body showed it. Rarity walked over and put her hands under her chin as she sat on the bed.

“What do I do now?” she wondered. “It’s not like I can pretend I didn’t see… that in the bathroom. But on the other hand, Spikey did sound upset about it.”

Rarity looked around the room and her eye caught something in an open jewelry drawer. She got up and looked inside the drawer. Her eyes widened as she saw something that gave her flashbacks to an event that happened several years ago. She pulled out a red heart shaped jewel with a golden chain around it, and felt the nostalgia kick in from when she got it.

“He gave it to me,” whispered Rarity. “Spikey gave this to me out of the kindness and… love for me.”

Rarity frowned as the nostalgic feeling turned bitter, and the thoughts of what Spike had said in the bathroom moments ago. She trotted back to the bed and laid on her back. She looked at the Fire Ruby again and closed her eyes. She thought of Spike, his welcoming smile, and some of the past actions they both shared together ranging from the Diamond Dogs incident, to the Crystal Empire. She couldn’t help but blush at the mature and rather handsome dragon.

Rarity let out a sigh. “I can’t deny that despite having some childlike tendencies, Spike has had an impact on me.” She got up and sat on the edge of the bed. She looked at the Fire Ruby again and smiled. “He’s given a lot to me and shows more modesty and chivalry than any stallion out there. And although he’s married to Fleur, Fancy Pants probably isn’t as sincere as Spike is.”

A thought then crossed Rarity’s mind that made her frown. “Spike is still a few years than me though. He only turned eighteen six months ago after all, and I'm four years older. Some ponies may take that the wrong way with the news. It would cause a scandal and embarrass me and Spike.”

Rarity looked down at the Fire Ruby and gripped it tightly as another thought hit her. “Who am I kidding? Spike is most likely very embarrassed about what happened to him. He’s probably worrying about what he’s going to do about me not knowing about his other head.”

Rarity said nothing as she looked down and thought to herself. Her mind was still on Spike, but she started picturing him in a more steamy way. She could see him naked in her mind and presenting his phallus to her with a blushed look on his face. She tried to push it out of her mind, but her body’s urges and her mind betrayed her as she cupped one of her breasts in her hands and put another down her pants. She stifled a moan as she rubbed herself and could see Spike in her mind.

After nearly a minute of pleasuring herself, Rarity gained control again and stood up with a determined look on her. “That settles it!” she announced. “Spikey Wikey has given so much to me, and now it’s my turn to give something to him.”

Rarity walked over to her closet and opened the double doors. She looked at the long line of clothes hanging for a couple of seconds before settling on a shirt.

The fashionista smiled as she held the clothing. “And I think I know just the way to do it.”

The bathroom door creaked open and Spike poked his head out the frame. He looked to the left, and then to the right and let out a sigh of relief as he didn’t see Rarity. He adjusted his pants and walked out of the room. He put a hand on his forehead as he sluggishly made his way down the hallway.

“Ugh, what am I going to do?” he asked himself.

Spike heard the wind blowing and looked over to see a blinding white landscape. He sighed and shook his head.

“It’s not like I can leave again. I don’t think Rarity would buy that whole sick excuse again, and it’s way too nasty out there right now.” Spike rubbed his forehead and let out another sigh. “I guess the only thing left to do is hope that there’s no more surprises like that.”

Soon enough, Spike reached the door to the sewing room. He took a deep breath and knocked on the door.

“Rarity?” he timidly asked.

There was no answer.

Spike raised an eyebrow and knocked again. “Rarity?” he asked a little louder.

There was no answer again.

The dragon opened the door and looked in. To his confusion, Rarity was nowhere to be found. The dress she was working on was untouched and it looked like whatever Rarity was doing, she had suddenly stopped and left. Spike scratched his head and walked out of the room.

“Rarity?” he called out.

Like before, there was no answer from the fashionista. Spike grew worried about where she was and what she was doing. He walked around the boutique and checked some of the other rooms. He saw the bathroom he was in earlier was unoccupied. Then he walked down to the kitchen to see it was empty. He went back upstairs to look in the designing room again, but there was still no sign of her.

Spike stepped out into the hallway and let out a frustrated groan. “Where could she have gone?” he wondered. “I hope she didn’t go out in the middle of this crazy blizzard for something.”

He looked over and saw a red door with a colorful shield hanging from it. “Maybe I can ask Sweetie Belle if... “ A thought then hit him which made him sigh exasperatedly. “That’s right. Her and Button are in Baltimare for some gaming convention.”

Spike walked down the hallway and stopped midway. “Rarity!” he called out loudly.

“In here, Spikey!” she answered distantly.

Spike turned around towards the direction he heard Rarity’s voice and started walking down the hall. “Where exactly are you?” he wondered.

“In my room, darling,” she replied, sounding a little less distant.

Spike walked past two more doors before stopping in front of a purple door. He cautiously walked up to it and knocked on it.

“No need to be afraid, Spike, come on in,” urged Rarity.

The dragon opened the door and walked into the room. He closed the door behind him and looked down at the floor.

“Sorry about that, Rarity,” he apologized. “I just um, had this urge to go really bad.”

“You’re perfectly fine, Spikey Wikey,” assured Rarity. “You’re just in time to help me with something that came up.”

Spike looked up at Rarity. “What do you mean by… by… guh… “ The dragon’s voice trailed off and was blabbering gibberish as he stared at the fashionista.

She was wearing a buttoned burgundy red shirt that seemed small for her and was tight around her torso and chest area. She had ditched her jeans for a black miniskirt that looked just as small for her and was revealing her thighs. Spike stared up and down and fixed his eyes over every detail.

He then felt something tight growing in his pants that made his stomach flip. He slowly looked down to see the bulge was starting to return.

No! Not again! Control yourself, Spike! he told himself. Spike held a hand up over his eyes and turned away.

“What’s wrong, Spike?” inquired Rarity.

“I… I’m fine,” he hesitantly replied. “Why are you dressed like that though? What happened to your other clothes?”

“Oh, I was taking a break from doing the order and poured myself some apple juice,” answered Rarity. “I, unfortunately, was a little clumsy and spilled some of it on my clothes. I had to change out of them and throw the clothes in the washer.”

Spike grimaced a little. “Did you have to wear those clothes though?” he muttered.

“What was that?” wondered Rarity.

Spike looked back, but still had his hand covering his eye. “Nothing!” he quickly said. “What did you need my help with anyway? Do you need me to get you something more suitable to wear?”

“Oh, heavens no, Spike,” said Rarity. “I felt like getting into something a little more… comfortable, so to say. What I do need your help with is writing down my measurements.”

“What?” he flabbergasted.

“I realized during my break that I haven’t done my monthly body measurements,” said Rarity. “A lady does need to maintain a good figure after all.”

“So… what do I do?” wondered Spike. “Do I have to measure you?” Please tell me no and save me from losing it.

Rarity shook her head. “That won’t be necessary, darling,” she said. She levitated a yellow measuring tape from a desk nearby and brought it close to her. “I will use my magic to measure myself. You have the job of writing down the measurements. Can you do that for me?”

Spike saw Rarity’s glamorous smile and batted her eyes at him. He tried to resist, but his emotions to her betrayed him as he nodded. “Anytime, Rarity.”

“Wonderful!” the fashionista clapped her hands happily. She grabbed a yellow notepad and a pen. “Take this and begin writing down my measurements as I say them out loud.”

Spike took the items and slowly nodded. “Alright, I’m ready.”

Rarity started by taking the tape and measuring both arms. “Let’s see… I am around twenty-five inches in length on both arms. Got it, Spike?”

The dragon nodded. “Got it.”

Rarity took the tape and measured her stomach, but Spike zoned out and looked away for a moment.

Just take it easy, Spike, he told himself. You’re not measuring her, and if you don’t see anything tempting, maybe you can avoid another mess. Simple! Except for how it really isn’t.

“Spike?”

The dragon gasped and looked around. His eyes fell on a puzzled Rarity. “Um… what was that?” he nervously asked.

“Did you hear my measurements?” she wondered.

Spike felt flustered and rubbed the back of his head. “No,” he said in shame.

“Well, the measurements for my stomach was twenty inches,” said Rarity, like as if she didn’t notice Spike was distracted. “Sorry if I didn’t speak clearly for you.”

Spike flushed red and nodded quickly.

Rarity smiled to herself as she took the tape and moved it up her torso. “Now we get to the real fun part. I do hope you’re paying attention to this, Spike.”

The dragon looked up and tried to focus on the work ahead, but he squiggled wildly as he saw the measuring tape wrap around Rarity’s breasts. Rarity took both hand and tightly pulled the tape around her breasts. Spike tried not to look, but his eyes stared directly at Rarity’s bosom. The two breasts coming together and stretching against her shirt. The shirt’s buttons looked strained and were ready to burst and let them jiggle and bounce freely from their restraint.

As Spike stared intently at Rarity, another thing caught his eyes; nipples sticking out against the shirt. Spike tried to control himself and looked up at Rarity’s face, but he found himself stepping back in shock as he saw a seductive smile on Rarity for a brief moment.

“Did you get that, Spike?” asked the fashionista.

Spike broke out of his trance again and looked down at the notepad. His eyes widened as he saw he had inadvertently wrote the word ‘boobs’ and ‘breasts’ all over the page. He put the notepad down and felt his heart racing with both pleasure and fear in him.

“Oh… yeah, I did,” he lied. “I got all of it.”

Rarity smiled innocently. “That’s good to know. Let me think about what’s next.”

While the fashionista looked the other way, Spike took the page he scribbled on and ripped it out. He took the page and shoved it into his mouth. He chewed it up and swallowed it with a louder gulp then he wanted to.

The sound caught Rarity’s ears and she turned around with a perplexed look. “What was that?”

“The wind?” Spike guessed. “It is pretty gusty out there.”

Rarity looked at Spike and tried to hide a smirk. “I take it that’s why you’re shaking then?”

Spike looked down and noticed he was shaking violently. He laughed nervously at the remark. “I guess you can say that.”

“Well I’ll turn up the heat soon,” said Rarity. Sooner than you think, Spikey Wikey.

“So what now? Are we done?” asked a rather eager Spike.

“Not yet,” replied Rarity. “There’s one more area to measure, and you’ll need to do it for me, Spike.”

“... You’re joking, right?” he asked in a shaky tone.

Rarity shook her head. “I wouldn’t be joking about this, Spike.” She handed the tape over to Spike and took the pen and pad from him. “ I need you to measure this!”

Spike was going to ask what it was, but his jaw dropped as Rarity had turned and brought her rump right near his face. The dragon felt heat build up in his face and looked redder than any apple from Sweet Apple Acres.

“You need to measure my bottom, Spike,” said Rarity. “Do take your time making sure you have the right measurements, and don’t be afraid to be a little touchy if you need to.”

Spike stared at Rarity’s backside and noticed his hands were so close to it. So close to grasping and groping something so round, rather toned, and delicate. His heart was racing and his hands were shaking violently as they neared Rarity’s rump.

He closed his eyes and shook his head to refresh himself. No… I can’t do that to her, he told himself. Think of how she would react if I did that. She’d hate me, and all of Ponyville would see me as a pervert. I got to focus.

He took a deep breath and wrapped the tape around Rarity’s waist.

I got to focus.

He tightened the tape and brought tried to look at the numbers.

I got to… focus.

Spike’s eyes drifted down to the edge of the skirt and noticed something else that made his eyes stick out like dinner plates. It looked like she was wearing no panties under that miniskirt.

I… I got to…

Spike bit his lower lip and his hands were shaking more violently than ever. For a brief moment, he could have sworn Rarity’s butt was shaking at him in temptation.

I… I got to… I got to…

His hands were now very close to her rump, and was barely touching it.

I got to touch it!

Spike firmly placed both hands on Rarity’s backside and caressed it. He breathed heavily as he rubbed himself over the fashionista and pressed his hands deeply into her butt. He groped it and pinched it painfully.

“Oh, Spike!” moaned Rarity. “What… what are you doing back there?”

Spike broke out of his steamy thoughts as he heard Rarity’s cry. His mind went blank and felt like a bucket of ice was dumped into his stomach. He saw his hands weren’t just on Rarity’s butt, but was also kneading it and his hands were pressed into it. Spike began hyperventilating as panic started settling into his mind. He quickly removed his hands and looked at them shakingly.

Suddenly, he felt a pain in his lower body, a pain he was all too familiar with. He looked down and saw a familiar bulge growing in his pants. Letting out a gasp, Spike covered his crotch and ran towards the door.

“Erm… Got to go, Rarity!” he shouted in a panic. “I’ll be right back!”

Rarity held back a playful laugh as she heard Spike’s fearful voice. She heard him run towards the room, and her horn glowed blue.

I’m sorry, Spike, but not this time, she thought.

Spike placed a hand on the knob to open the door, but it was stuck. He desperately tried to open it, but the knob refused to budge open. In a panic, Spike pulled on the door to get it open, but it didn’t even budge.

The dragon looked over and gulped loudly. “Um… Rarity?” he timidly asked. “Your door isn’t opening.”

“Is that so?” she inquired. Rarity turned to look at Spike. “Whatever could be wrong with–AHH!” She let out a fake scream and pointed at him. “What is that?”

Spike saw Rarity’s finger pointing downwards, and a dreadful feeling weighed down on him. He looked down and saw his erection was in plain sight for Rarity to see. His hands went limp and his eyes widened with fear. His mind was racing with thoughts ranging from how Rarity would react, to what to say to her. He placed both hands over his face and his cheeks turned dark red.

Rarity looked down at Spike’s bulge and felt heat build up in her again. She stared deeply at the rather large erection and could feel her loins getting a little hot again. It was pushing and seemingly trying to break out of the pants holding it back.

My goodness, it’s larger than I thought, she told herself. For a dragon who’s still rather short, he certainly is well equipped.

Spike got on his knees and brought his hands together. “I’m sorry, Rarity!” he sorrowfully pleaded. “I–I didn’t want you to… I can explain about what… I didn’t mean for this to happen!”

Rarity frowned remorsefully as she watched the groveling Spike. I think it’s time to stop playing around with him so much.

Spike looked down and held back tears in his eyes. “I’ve been trying to control myself of these urges, but I can’t stop! Please, Rarity, don’t hate me! Can we pretend you didn’t see that? I’ll do anything to make up for it!” The dragon bit his lip and waited for the fashionista’s response.

“... Spike,” said Rarity. “I want you to look at me.”

The dragon shook his head in defiance.

“I promise you that everything will be fine,” assured Rarity. “All I want to do is show you something.”

Spike stayed still for nearly a minute. He tried to come up with something to explain to Rarity, but his mind was racing with too many thoughts about what was going to happen next. He thought of trying to open the door again, but he remembered it was locked.

He let out a sigh and his shoulders slumped. Might as well get this over with, he told himself. Maybe I can still get out of this with some of my dignity intact.

Spike raised his head up and fell backwards by surprise as his eyes caught Rarity’s chest. He hit his head against the door, but it didn’t faze Spike. He looked back at Rarity and saw her winking and had a captive smile on her face. His eyes slowly inched down back to her chest area and were fixated on it as he watched Rarity put her hands on the shirt’s top button.

Rarity unbuttoned the top and allowed Spike to see a little cleavage. She then moved down and unfastened the next button. Slowly and painfully teasingly, Rarity moved her hands down and unbuttoned her shirt. She looked at the shocked Spike and playfully giggled as more heat built up in her.

My goodness. There’s something so alluring about doing this in front of Spike, she thought. As dirty and uncouth as this is, doing this in front of Spikey has certainly brought out something in me.

Rarity looked at her shirt and saw that it was almost completely unbuttoned, but her breasts were barely staying in it. She looked back at Spike and winked at him again. Rarity pulled the shirt open and her bosom bounced and jiggled as they were freed from their restraints. She looked at Spike and saw his jaw drop in awe.

Rarity cupped her breasts together and rubbed them around while moaning softly. She squeezed around her nipples to make them more perky and to bounced her breasts in her hands at Spike. All the while, the dragon was in a state of shock and his face had blushed a deep crimson red.

After a minute of playing with her bosom, Rarity released them and turned around until her back was facing Spike. She looked over and gave a flirtatious smile to the dragon as she placed her hands on the edge of her skirt. She slowly swayed her backside side to side as she teasingly pulled the skirt down. As she bent over to pull the skirt down, Rarity’s rump continued to shake as Spike watched the well rounded butt hypnotically.

When the skirt reached her feet, Rarity stood up and turned her head to blow a kiss at Spike. She took one of her hands and playfully spanked her backside and jiggled a little. She turned her whole body around and kicked the skirt away which landed on Spike, but he was too hypnotically entranced by Rarity’s body to even notice or care. While Rarity continued to sway her hips and squeeze her boobs again, she felt something wet against her inner thighs. She blushed in a mixture of embarrassment and pleasure.

Rarity made her way to her bed and sat on it. She spread her legs to give Spike a look at her dripping wetness. She pointed a finger at Spike to come to her. Like somepony in a trance, Spike hypnotically obeyed the fashionista by standing up and walking right up to her. He stared at her dumbfounded by her performance and her curvy body. He stared up and down from Rarity’s warm smile to her personal ‘flower’ below.

Rarity patted her hand along the bed. “Do sit down, Spikey,” she said.

Spike nodded and sat next to Rarity. His eyes quickly drifted back towards Rarity’s body and stared at it.

I can’t believe what I’m seeing, he thought. I’m not only sitting near Rarity, but she’s naked too! His eyes were fixated on the fashionista’s large bosom and sighed in pleasure. Oh, what I’d like to do with those things. Hold them. Squeeze them. Maybe even lick–

Unconsciously, Spike’s hand was raised and he slapped himself right in the face. He yelped a little in surprise and his dirty thoughts were broken by the impact. He rubbed his cheek and looked away.

What happened? he wondered. Everything is such a blur. He turned his head over and stifled a gasp as he saw Rarity’s breasts. Oh, geez! Now I remember! Gah! What was I thinking acting like that!?

“I take it you liked that little show I put on, Spike?” asked Rarity.

The dragon turned his head in shame and tried not to look at Rarity. “Um… it was certainly something,” he bashfully replied.

Rarity noticed the dragon’s attempts and frowned. “What’s wrong, darling?” she wondered. “From the way your face looked, you seemed to like what you see.”

Spike blushed in embarrassment. “I shouldn’t have seen you like that,” he shamefully said. “It wasn’t right for me to not only see you naked, but to… to do what I did to you.”

The fashionista giggled a little. “Darling, there’s no shame in seeing a mare naked. Especially one who strips in front of you for your pleasure.”

“But what about–”

Spike was interrupted by a hand being placed under his chin and being forcefully turned to look into the calm eyes and welcoming smile of Rarity.

“Spike, I truly appreciate you being a gentleman,” she said. “but there is no shame in seeing a mare strip naked for you.”

Rarity looked down and noticed Spike had a hand over his groin. She used her magic to lift the hand up and hold it down to all the bulge to be seen.

“There is also no shame in having those kinds of thoughts,” she assured him. “They are perfectly normal thoughts for most stallions, or in your case dragons, to have.”

Spike looked down and frowned. “Well most stallions probably haven’t had this happen to them this many times,” he muttered.

Rarity raised an eyebrow. “You mean that this has happened to other mares you’ve seen around town?”

The dragon nodded. “In more ways than one,” he sighed. “It seems to happen to me so many times a day, I don’t bother keeping track.”

“Multiple times?” inquired Rarity. “Just how long has this been going on, Spike?”

He kicked the floor and said, “A couple of months now. At first it wasn’t really much, but the more I hung out and helped you and the other girls, the stronger the urges got. Suddenly, I started seeing them in more… interesting ways. It’s been only getting worse the last couple of weeks, and it’s been driving me crazy.”

“How bad, dare I ask?” wondered Rarity.

Spike rubbed the back of his head. “Let’s just say that I was glad Soarin was on tour when I was helping Applejack at the farm. Otherwise I would’ve gone skydiving, if you know what I mean.”

Rarity shuddered a little at the thought. “She didn’t see it, did she?”

“Who, Applejack?” asked Spike. “Oh, no, and boy was I glad. She’s a good friend, but if she saw that, it would have made things very awkward. Trust me, I felt guilty about thinking of her like that. And don’t even get me started on Twilight.” The dragon shuddered in a disgusted tone.

Rarity felt a sense of relief in her from hearing that. Another thought crossed her mind. “Well didn’t you try to ‘relieve’ yourself, so to say, when this happened?”

Spike shrugged dejectedly. “I’ve tried,” he said. “Twilight had this awful timing of coming in just as I was trying to get started.”

Rarity winced. “That certainly was bad luck.”

“Tell me about it,” said Spike. “It got so bad that eventually, she just told me that the best thing to do to make those thoughts and my ‘surprise’ go away was to ignore it and get my mind off of such things.”

“Speaking of those thoughts, I do have one last thing to ask,” said Rarity. “What about me? Do you feel bad about thinking of such thoughts for me.”

Spike said nothing.

“Spike?”

“... I wanted to,” he blurted out. “But for some reason, I can’t. To be honest, it happens the most when I’m around you.”

Rarity felt a little warmth in her heart and smiled softly. “Why do you say that?”

Spike flinched a little and bit his lip. “Well… I… it’s because I… lo… love...” His voice trailed off.

“Yes? Go on,” urged Rarity.

The dragon took a deep breath. “I think it’s because I love you!” he blurted out.

Spike was suddenly breathless as he realized what he said. I… I did it! A dreadful thought crossed his mind. But I admitted I loved her for having those dirty thoughts! She’ll hate me for it!

Spike suddenly heard a playful laugh that broke his thoughts. He looked over and saw Rarity shaking and smiling. “What’s wrong?” he wondered.

The fashionista waved a hand and looked at Spike. “Well it’s about time you actually said it to me instead of waiting longer. I was wondering when you would finish saying what you told me all those years ago.”

Spike shrunk back a little and was shocked. “Wait, you knew?” he wondered.

“It’s not like you were doing a very good job at keeping it a secret, darling,” she said. “I’ve known for so long that I was beginning to wonder when you would finally act on those feelings for me.”

The dragon rubbed his hands together and looked away. “You must think I’m some sort of pervert then,” he said gloomy. “I know dragons and ponies around my age can have this happen to them, but I didn’t want you to know how much I love you by showing myself off like this.”

Rarity placed a hand on Spike’s shoulder. “Well if it makes you feel better, just look at what I did to return the feelings you have for me.” She wrapped her arm around Spike’s neck and pulled him in for a hug. “I can go even further if you want me to,” she whispered seductively.

“Well I guess that’s…” Spike froze for a moment and then looked at Rarity with an incredulous look. “What did you say?”

“You heard me,” said Rarity as she rubbed her finger under Spike’s chin. “I want to help you feel good, Spike. I want to make you feel better and relaxed. It’s obvious from the way you’ve been acting and what you told me that you’re in dire need of it.”

“But, Rarity,” said Spike. “What about what Twilight said?”

Rarity shook her head and sighed. “I know Twilight means well and probably meant no harm, but for all her intelligence, it seems she knows very little about the birds and bees.”

Spike chuckled a little. “I guess that explains why she had Cheerilee teach me about it.”

Rarity’s smile changed to an ascetic look. “Listen to me, Spike,” she sincerely said. “I want to help you and show you so much. However, I will only do it if you want to.”

Spike rubbed his chin. “Well…” he cautiously said.

“If you don’t want to, that’s fine with me,” stated Rarity. “I’ll get dressed, we’ll pretend this didn’t happen, and we can wait until you’re feeling more comfortable about it. It’s truly up to you what you want to do.”

Spike looked down and closed his eyes in concentration. Well, this is it, Spike, he said to himself. I’m so close to Rarity in a way that only other stallions would dream of. I could actually do it with Rarity. She does seem to want to do it after all.

He looked down at the erection in his pants, and frowned as another thought crossed his mind. But I don’t know what to do. I wouldn’t even know where to begin with Rarity on this. I’d be going into this blind, and I’d probably look stupid if I tried.

He peeked a glance at Rarity and saw a gentle smile on her face. Spike looked back down and clamped his hands together. He took a deep breath and exhaled.

It’s now, or never! he told himself.

Spike looked at Rarity with a determined look on him. “I’ve made up my mind,” he said.

Rarity crossed her arms. “And?” she gently wondered.

The dragon took a deep breath and muttered something quietly.

Rarity turned her head and leaned forward. “What was that, darling?”

“...Show me,” he said louder. “Rarity, I want to give it a shot.”

The fashionista opened her mouth to respond, but Spike put a hand over her mouth.

“Listen to me though,” he ordered. “I’m not doing this just to get myself off or anything. I’m doing this because I do love you. I know you want to help me and you do care about me, but I think I should make that clear to you before we go on.”

Rarity removed Spike’s hand from her mouth and nodded in agreement. “I understand, Spike,” she said. “I wouldn’t be doing something like this unless it’s for a certain dragon that I have come to know and love.”