The Rise of Demon King Spike

Prone upon her back Rarity rolled in sheer luxurious pleasure as she was skillfully serviced. She cooed and stretched seductively in appreciation of her benefactor. Her tail flicked teasingly, and her half lidded eyes lost all focus as she concentrated on the sensations rioting across her elegant and refined equine body.

It hadn't been easy. Her partner had been a complete novice when she began working with him, he hadn't known the first thing about pleasuring a lady such as her. It had taken weeks of careful instruction, proper incentives and gentle reprimands to finally bring him into the proper shape. The clumsy touches and rough strokes of his earliest efforts had been suffered through.

But now, now he was exactly what she desired.

Spike set down the file, his claw tenderly pressing against her delicate frog and gave her now perfectly sculpted hoof a chaste but devoted kiss.

Wordlessly as he had been taught he moved onto the next hoof and Rarity resumed her nearly indecent writhing.

Spike always told his guardian Twilight that he was just going over to Rarity's to help out in her workshop and indeed he used to and in that time he had learned more then a little about sewing and cloth.

But the year was driving into a very warm summer and fewer and fewer ponies came to Rarity searching for clothing it was simply to uncomfortable to wear. Without anything else to distract them Spike's training as a luxury farrier and cabana boy had begun.

Rarity firmly understood that this was for the benefit of the young drake. Surely with the training he had received he could find employment with Aloe and Lotus the spa ponies. Maybe someday Twilight would find need for his services?

She was simply doing her duty in helping the subservient dragon round out his already prominent skill set.

Despite telling herself this and definitely believing it she would never allow him to touch another mare this way. He was hers after all.

“Rarity?” Spike politely asked to speak.

“Yes, darling?” Rarity magnanimously granted his request.

“I think you are beautiful,” Spike began as he searching for the path to the words he wanted to say.

“Well, how could you not?” she replied jokingly seeing the direction this was going and applying a hint of pressure. “I assume you have eyes?”

“I do, Rarity,” Spike rallied and tried to push forward to his goal. “Indeed I think you are the most beautiful unicorn in the world.”

“Oh you flatter me surely,” she gave a soft laugh. “But what of Celestia, surely she even more beautiful still?”

Spike floundered for a moment. Celestia was the pinnacle of equine beauty and attempting to suggest that another mare was more beautiful then her was terrifyingly close to uttering treason and sedition.

Here in the privacy of the home of the mare he adored Spike dared to commit a minor crime that was worth a day in jail or a 10 bit fine if over heard by a member of the Guard.

“No, you are the most beautiful pony...”

Rarity opened her eyes in alarm.

“...in all of Equestria...”

She sat up and looked at Spike in surprise her gaze flickering across the room for just a second in search of a Guardpony hiding in her wardrobe.

“...Because out of all the ponies in Equestria it is you...”

Rarity was briefly stunned at how badly things had began to tumble out of control.

“...and only you that I lo-”

A perfect white hoof pressed against his lips silencing him with her elegance.

“Stop, you don't have to say it,” she said it with a smile and such kind and warm eyes the he nearly believed her.

This was important though, he was sure of it. He had to tell her how he felt and push forward into the world he dreamed of. Spike felt a wave of dizziness as he stepped away from the safe and secure world as it was and began to make forge his own path ahead.

“I love you, Rarity,” he said it quickly before she could stop him.

The room grew colder.

“Spike,” she sounded sad, kinda disappointed. “You have to understand-”

“I know, I know, I'm a dragon and you're a pony, we're too different-”

“No, it isn't that...” Rarity got up onto her hooves. Her tone and demeanor where deeply apologetic like a doctor telling the family of the coming death of a loved one.

“It's no different then Galigor and Tulip Blossom,” he referred to the common story of forbidden love between a griffon and a pony that had saturated much of pony society to the point of play and comic book adaptations.

“No! No Spike, that isn't the problem at all...” this was hard on her, harder then she would have thought.

“Then what?”

Rarity steeled herself.

“I'm older then you.”

“Five years, that isn't much at all. The Cup Cake is eight years younger then Carrot and they are perfectly happy.”

“Please, Spike,” the first cut hadn't had enough force behind it. It hadn't even broken the skin.

“I understand if you don't feel the same way, but it would make me very happy if we could trying going out. Just give me a chance, I'm sure I can win you over...”

“I'm sure that you could in time,” she replied as a tear threatened to well up in her eye, she couldn't deny her fondness for the dragon or his pleasant and enjoyable demeanor. But she couldn't show weakness right now.

“Please Rarity, just give me a chance, just one. That is all that I ask.”

“Spike, you are very dear to me, and I don't mind that you are a dragon. But...” She had no choice, she was going to have to hurt him. She readied her figurative blade forged of terrible words. It was going to have to be clean cut. Surgical. For his own good.

“...You are a baby dragon. You are just a child.”

Spike turned around and walked out of the boutique of the mare he loved.