Spike looked down. Aw for Luna’s sake! His little dragon was poking up again. He and Twilight Sparkle were working on another one of her research projects and he was just jotting down her dictation. He learned a lot just listening to Celestia’s personal protege, and today Twilight was just taking notes on the apparently arousing subject of breezies reproduction, perhaps as a consequence of hearing that one of those tiny fairies had his own family. Some of the things Twilight was shooting off bullet points about included: making a date to interview Fluttershy, requesting books from the Canterlot library, hypothesizing the anatomy of the breezies, hypothesizing sexual dimorphism, etcetera. His friend was throwing up proper terms like penis, vagina, teats, uterus, copulation, conception, stimulation, incubation, sexual, bisexuality, homosexuality--
“Spike? What are you- Oh!”
Spike was just trying to cover himself up by awkwardly pressing his front up to the side of the writing desk, having to turn his head to look at Twilight who had just interrupted herself.
The lavender unicorn tried to laugh it off, “Ah-ha ha...Uh, it’s okay, Spike, I can write the rest down myself. I may have just gotten a little carried away there.”
“Uh, y-yeah!” Spike set the quill down and walked toward the door of the library, “I think I’m gonna go take a walk, y-y’know to cool myself down.”
“Alright, just be sure to be back by lunch, m’kay?” Twilight and Spike waved each other goodbye as the scientist snatched the quill up from the desk, eager not to let her ideas slip away.
Spike walked along in the cool winter weather, his feet crunching down on the icy dirt path. The cold helped to soften up his parts. Twilight gets these ideas some mornings and her note-taking can actually last until lunch-time. The dragonling sighed. These embarrassing moments were becoming more and more frequent, even if he was helping Twilight with a more mundane assignment. His mind wandered when he didn’t need to concentrate.
Once, when they were sitting by the fire chatting about the day and all the work they had done, his little dragon just sprung up! No reason to it, it just sprung up as she was talking, giving her a full view! It immediately cut her off, leaving her staring at him, even after he tucked his hands into his crotch. He knew her mind was racing for those few seconds as they stared at each other, she her mouth agape and he with an embarrassed grimace. When she composed herself, she just went on like nothing happened. Then she surprised him at the end.
“So what were you thinking about?”
“Huh? Thinking about when?”
“You know, when your- when you- when it…”
Spike’s face felt like a furnace, “I- I- I- I- I wasn’t thinking...I wasn’t thinking of anything!” He blurted out, “m-m-m-m-maybe it was just the heat! Tttttthe heat from the fire!”
“Oh!” Twilight’s nervous eyes glanced at the fire, gazing at it in respite from embarrassment, “y-Yes, it must have just been the fire warming your scales. Don’t worry Spike, I was just curious,” the purple unicorn nervously hoofed the floor, “i-... It looks nice.”
Spike wasn’t all that reassured by her comment, and neither was Twilight. They dropped the subject, anyway, and they both went to bed.
Spike’s legs carried him to the front of the boutique, unsurprisingly. The dragon boy rang the door chime and waited for his angelic Rarity. She was no doubt working on dress orders and she might be delighted to see him for his aid. Spike had confessed that he was in it for the jewels, but just being around the seamstress was pay enough for him. The young mare soon greeted him pleasantly.
“My my, if it isn’t Spike! Good morning, dear, I was just about to have a tea break.”
Spike and Rarity sat on royal cushions at a bright, round coffee table with a china tea set. Spike sipped his black tea, staring into the cup.
“Now my Spikey-wikey, something is on your mind,” Rarity stated.
Spike blushed, “I don’t know. I don’t know how- if I can tell you. It’s a bit of a boy problem.”
Rarity watched him fidget cutely on his cushion, momentarily taken aback at this, “My my my, now don’t we all have problems, though? Boy problems, girl problems. Why don’t you tell me anyway, perhaps I can help,” She watched him perceptively as he took care to position his cup and dish farther down than necessary.
Spike glanced up, then back at his tea. What’s going on? I can’t tell her about my penis! She’ll just get upset or start treating me like a kid like she always does! What do I do? Oh Celestia, she’s waiting for me to speak… His mind went blank and he sipped his tea.
“Oh Spike, there’s no need to be shy,” Rarity reached over with her fore-leg and soothingly brushed its side to the side of his face, “You are such a close friend, and friends can tell each other anything, right? Whatever it is, I promise I won’t laugh or get angry. It’s obviously eating you up inside, so please.”
Rarity looked down and sipped her tea, waiting patiently. Spike’s body shook. She promised! She promised that! Of course she would. I’m drinking so much of this. I’m about to tell her. I’m really about to. There’s no one else here, right? Oh, Celestia!
“I… I get erect sometimes!” Spike released! He winced hard. He started to get hard. He fidgeted again and held the tea dish at his crotch. He wished he had sat closer to the table.
Rarity smirked, “Oh you do, do you?” the girl asked teasingly, “That doesn’t sound like much of a problem to me.”
Spike raised his brows, “This is serious!” the boy’s legs wobbled in his agitation, “Twilight notices!”
“Oh my! That is serious,” She frowned in thought, “That must get a little… tense, does it?”
Spike looked at her with puppy-dog eyes, “It gets awkward.”
Rarity smiled warmly, unable to keep her hooves away as she reached out to pet his head spines, “Spike, you could have just asked me to make you a pair of pants.”
Spike stared, having forgotten that he was speaking with a clothes-making master, and all this embarrassment could have been avoided. His thoughts had been too occupied. He blushed as he was petted, gazing into Rarity’s eyes, hoping his privates were covered. Suddenly, he felt his whole body enveloped and snatched into the air, dishes and all.
“Let’s get you measured first. Actually, I’m surprised I haven’t measured you before!” Rarity said in excitement, snatching the fancy china from the air.
“Wait Rarity! Hold-up! I-I wasn’t done with my tea yet!” In truth, Spike had already sipped his tea dry. He floated through the air in the unicorn’s magical embrace, freezing up at being handled. He was placed on the measuring pedestal where he was completely on display. He stood in silence. There he was. The short, round dragonling hid his front with his hands, keeping his claws out flat to avoid scratching.
Rarity sighed, “Spike, I can’t properly measure you with your hands in the way. Be a good boy and hold them out at your sides, dear.”
Spike, though hearing a pinch of excitement in the young mare’s voice, did as he was told. His dragon maleness sprung up, a cute little prick that could just fit in the boy’s hand and a little more. It peeked out from a slit in his soft scales, at a point where the front of his thighs met his body. Its shape was similar to an arrow with a certain reptilian sharpness, but supple still.
“Oh my,” Rarity said, gazing for half a moment at the exotic phallus, “This must be one of those times,” Spike frowned, unsure what to do. Rarity went on, “Oh, don’t worry, you’ll have a dapper pair of pants in no time, Spikey! We just need to take these measurements.”
“Only a couple measurements, right?” Spike asked, shakily.
“No time! No time at all!” Rarity repeated herself. Spike could see a hint of blush showing through the short, white fur of the girl’s face. He also heard a lock clicking from the front door, and the open sign swinging around to display closed. That was good, right? No pony would be walking in on him standing there with his thingie on display.
With the measuring tape, Rarity circled Spike’s form, taking in his shape and analyzing it for her creation. She placed the tape to his scales, and although he couldn’t feel it directly, he knew that she knew that he could feel its pressure against his body. Spike clearly saw that she didn’t shy away from glancing at his little dragon a few times, especially whenever it jumped up. When he clenched from the tape going around his belly, his penis certainly jumped up, and Spike witnessed a faint smile appear on his seamstress’s face.
“R-Rarity…” Spike withdrew, shyly folding his arms. Rarity was acting very forward. At least, more forward than he was expecting, and maybe a little too forward for his image of her.
Rarity’s lips pursed in an unspoken oops, “I...I’m sorry, dear, I’m just distracted is all. You know.”
All the foreign touches against his body, and especially by someone so dear to him, Spike imagined he couldn’t go soft any time soon. Not with her around especially. She was moving very slowly around him. She spent a lot of time measuring and remeasuring his waist, hips, legs, tail, even his arms.
“Well, it pays to be prepared for when I need to make you a fashionable dress-coat to go with your pants, non?” Rarity explained when he asked, “Tsk-tsk, you aren’t going down at all, are you?” She said aside, in front of a hesitating Spike.
“I d-d-don’t think so,” Spike stuttered, and rightly so since his crush had set her snout hovering just inches away from his wild erection. The teased boy’s heart was racing!
“Now, go sit over on the pillow,” Spike obeyed, taking his wobbly legs and moving his body, unconcerned now with trying to hide himself. Rarity, then, walked over to a writing desk nearby where she could write down the measurements. Spike’s eyes followed her, watching her bobbing backside.
Out of the corner of her eye, Rarity made sure he was looking.
Spike saw the flowing, curly tail swish side-to-side, purposefully. The ivory pony shifted her weight onto one side, accentuating her form. Spike’s heart did a backflip. Her tail swished far to the side and he caught sight of her marehood. That was definitely her private place. Her girl parts! She was showing him! With a few final flicks of the quill, the young mare finished up with the figures and set the tool down. She turned her head quickly. Spike met her eyes for a brief moment, and then lowered his gaze.
Rarity sauntered over to her little dragon. Spike looked up and saw a hunger in her eyes like he had never seen before. It made his head boil with excitement! He distracted his eyes with his member, still pointing proudly up. It was as if the thing was a thumb sticking up in approval, giving him a confidence boost where there would be none if Rarity hadn’t been so… interested. He felt Rare slump down against him on some pillows she quickly floated over. She pushed herself close, like she was making sure he knew that she was there. She was in charge, which suited her comfortably.
“Spikey-wikey,” She said sultry, using his pet-name, “Whatever are we going to do about this?” She nuzzled the dragon’s head spines and caressed his arm with the sole of her hoof, waiting for an answer.
Spike started to relax, and he responded to her touch. He nuzzled back, enjoying her warmth and beginning to feel like his erection wasn’t such a big deal, “Heh heh, wait for it to go down?” he half-joked, quickly thinking of a few things that she could do.
Rarity blanched, “What? Moi? Ignore a very clear indication and ignore a very good friend whom has given so much to me for nothing? I could not possibly deny such an offer to be generous for said friend,” Rarity gesticulated dramatically, then sneakily reached down with her hoof and stroked his reptilian cock directly. Gently. Daintily.
“I don’t think so,” She said, pausing to watch his eyes bug out and mouth hang open, “Spike, I want to make you happy.”
Spike’s breath caught in his throat, and it finally came out in a croaky groan. His young dragon cock’s flesh rippled against his mare-friend’s rubbing. It was the first time another had touched him so intimately. Spike watched, his head reeling, his jaw hanging, his eyes lidded like hers.
“Yes,” Spike whispered, “Yes, please!”
“So polite! Very good, Spikey, now just lay back and let Miss Rarity take care of you,” Rarity sang.
Spike’s heart hammered against his chest, then he felt the amazing feeling of his lips getting caught up in her’s. He puckered and kissed back, feeling elated and unsure, but the kiss was brief. The next kiss made him gasp sharply! Rarity’s curls were all up in his face as her lips kissed along his shaft. He uttered a shaky moan.
Rarity went right at it. Her lips brushed, her breath tickled. Spikey let his head lay back, as he had just died and went to heaven. Every time her lips brushed up to his tip, he just moaned. Rarity tended to him lovingly, starting him off with just her lips, and Spike was just pudding in her hooves. The dragon put his claws on her head and stroked, the other claw digging into the pillow, kneading it. Rarity couldn’t help herself giggling after she gave him his first lick, making him utter another cute, boyish moan. She bathed his cock with her tongue, licking from the base, all the way to the tip, snaking her tongue up and down many times. Spike gasped and shuddered as she flicked against the underside of his tip, expertly.
“Ohhhhh... Rarity!” Spike whispered. His lover withdrew to change position. He felt his body rise onto a mountain of pillows that seemed to come from nowhere. He lay upon the mountain and his fellatist finally gave him a clear view of the action. He watched, forcing his eyes open so he could see his little dragon, firmly suctioned against Rarity’s lips, sink into that mouth and easily gobble him to the base, “NNNNgh! c-Celestia! Rarity!” Spike grabbed hold of her long, curlicue bangs.
Upon hearing her name paired with divinity, Rarity finally gave up a hoof to her own sex. Spike didn’t notice at the time, but one of her fore-hooves reached underneath her body, and she had started grinding against it. Her back arched and re-arched, popping up her rump. He felt himself swell and re-swell against her lips. He tried to keep them slow, but the sensations made them come sooner and sooner! She was moving her head up and down in time with her body’s gyrations and her tongue basted and stroked his shaft as it moved. Spike let the feeling flow through him. His body started twisting on its own, his hips thrusting against the mouth, the plush lips started to slam against his underbelly, against his slit.
Spike’s plateau rose up, and the he felt the top of the mountain coming, “r- r- r- Rarity, it’s c-c-COMING!”
Spike just melted into the pillows as he heard his Rarity moan against his body. With a last powerful grunt of pleasure, Spike threw his head back and released his load into the unicorn’s mouth. He sighed, his lower body twitching and clenching. She had her lips sealed against his base sucking him dry, letting his cute little body happen.
Spike caught his breath, panting, his heart pounding, “Oh… sweet … Celestia!” He sighed, becoming one with the pillow mound. He felt Rarity moving atop him and felt her lips connect with his again, this time deeper and warmer. And longer. He puckered and puckered, kissing her. He felt a hoof against his body, making light, soothing strokes along his front.
“Spike, how did you like it?” Rarity spoke in a low voice.
“Soooooo goooooood,” Spike sighed, to Rarity’s delighted giggle. The unicorn petted the dragon boy’s head spines again, making them wibble-wobble on his skull.
“Good boy,” Rarity said against his ear hole. She held him moments upon moments. Spike couldn’t have been happier, letting his self get wrapped up against her. He thought he might fall asleep, even though it must have been mid-morning. Mid-day?
LUNCHTIME?! His eyes snapped open. What time was it? His body protested his mind’s train of thought. No! Let me stay here a little longer. It’s okay! Twilight can eat by herself. She can wait. She can wait, Spike thought. He imagined the look on her face when he walked in late.
Rarity broke the silence, whispering suggestively, “You know my dear, I heard that Princess Celestia hears every invocation of her name.”
“Huh? What?” Spike asked, shock in his voice.
“It’s only a rumor, though,” Rarity giggled, “But I think it’s time we got up.”
Spike groaned and Rarity tut-tutted him.
“I still have work to do today, darling, and these commissions don’t finish themselves.”
The pair rose to their legs, Spike looking down to make sure he wasn’t sticking out anymore. Rarity stroked his chin and brought it up so she could look at him.
“I wouldn’t mind if you visited more often, my handsome dragon,” She leaned down and kissed him again. Spike was floundering around in the stew of attention. He was goofy and floaty and giggly.
“I’ll be sure to return to your castle, m’lady,” Spike made a dramatic bow, “And I’ll use my lance however you see fit, m’lady,” he m’lady’d again.
At this Rarity giggled, “Do so again, and your lady will have many jewels for that hungry dragon belly. Many kinds of jewels,” she joked.
Spike ran home, a mess of smiles and giggles. Later, a box was delivered to the library labeled for him. He had completely forgotten about the pants.
Author's Note
Hashed out ~~today~~ yesterday after glancing at a picture by tg-0 of Spike wearing a pear of pants.
