Author's Note

Hey everyone, I'm back and I've got a new story for you. Sorry for taking so long with it, but my friend Ebony Stallion asked me to do this request fic for him. I didn't think it would take me this long, but for those of you who have been looking forward to it, it's finally here. I thank you all for being patient with me (bows head respectfully, graciously and apologetically). Now that it's finished, I can finally get back to work on my others fics which I'm excited to get back to and I'm sure the rest of you all are too. So, without any further delay, enjoy the fic.

Prologue

It was a nice calming day in the hustle and bustle of Canterlot. The high society ponies traipsing up and down the streets, filing in and out of homes and stores. Sitting at a table of a café were three beautiful mares enjoying their little outing together, two white unicorns and a gray earth pony.

One of the unicorns had a wonderful curvy figure; her arms were nice and slender; slim waist, tight rear and her generous sized chest; her legs long and elegant; atop her head sat a perfectly curled and quaffed dark purple mane that dangled over her azure blue eyes with her matching curled tail swaying gently behind her. She wore blue dress shirt with a purple corset around her midsection, pressing her bust up a bit, making them fill out her shirt as best they could without being too much, along with a matching blue dress skirt and down her legs were black stockings and garters holding them up.

Across from her, the other unicorn held a thin, yet lithe figure; with her long arms and legs, she stood a bit taller than her two companions, clearly the older of the three; her very ample chest nestled over her taut midriff; her light voluptuous magenta mane running down her back, a thick strand hanging over, the right side of her face, just out of view of her pale purple eyes. She wore a skin tight light purple open front and back dress, the front showing an ample amount of cleavage, her breasts practically spilling out.

Beside her was the light gray earth mare; she had slender arms and elegant legs, slender hips; her eyes were a beautiful mulberry and her mane was a slightly darker gray coat; however, her most prominent feature were her massive mounds which clearly had both her friend beat in sheer size and volume. She wore a white dress shirt with a pink bow tie underneath a grey vest with a matching long dress skirt. The pink maned unicorn stretched her arms up with a wide smile on her face, “Ah, it’s so good to be out and about. I’m glad we could finally have this little outing, thank you for inviting me, Rarity.”

“No trouble at all, Fleur,” the seamstress waved off her. “Truth be told, I needed this, as I’m sure we all have.”

“Yes, sorry, again for that last minute order, Rarity,” the gray mare chimed in rubbing the back of her neck in a worried tone. “I know that must have been hard to put together so quickly, but it really is a lovely dress.”

“Oh no, that’s not what I meant at all, Octavia,” Rarity chuckled nervously, trying to ease her friend’s worry. “It’s just I’ve had so much to do lately, I’ve barely had time to plan Spike’s birthday surprise.”

“Oooo, that’s right, I almost forgot about that strapping young drake of yours,” Fleur cooed clapping her hands together giddily. “How is he doing these days?”

“Hard to say,” Rarity sighed heavily. “We’ve both been quite busy lately, we’ve barely had time to spend together and whenever we do, I’m afraid I’m so exhausted from work that I wind up passing out not long after. Despite it all, Spike’s been a dear, really. He hasn’t gotten upset or angry about it. He understands my job can get rather time consuming, just like his; being the assistant of a Princess certainly isn’t easy.”

“Aw, sorry to hear that,” Octavia said.

“That’s why I’m glad to finally be done with my work, so I can try and make it up to him on his birthday.”

“When is his birthday?” Octavia asked.

“In a few days,” Rarity sighed as she dropped her head and her ears in distress.

“A few days? Is that really enough time to put a party together?” Fleur asked.

“The party isn’t the problem,” Rarity said waving off the question before pulling her head back up. “Naturally, I left such tasks to my friend, Pinkie Pie, but what I want to do is surprise him the day before. Pinkie’s parties last quite a while so I wanted to do something special for him the day before, I just don’t know what. I’m really in a bind here.”

The seamstress wishes she was joking and that she could give Spike a proper gift, but her mind was well and truly burnt out. After a month of taking requests, measurement taking, designing drawing, the one of two design changes the customer had made last minutes and ultimately putting the dresses together, Rarity’s mind was running on fumes, it’s only viable function to take in her free time, relax and not think, but this feeling only made her situation worse as guilt began to pile in. Octavia reached over and patted the distressed unicorn’s hand and back, trying to comfort her.

Fleur hated to see her friend so distraught, especially after all her hard work, but clearly this was something important. The young fashionista needed her help and Fleur was more than willing to do so. “Don’t worry, dear, we’ll help you figure this out,” she told her troubled friend.

“No, Fleur, I can’t possibly ask that of you.” Rarity said in a worried tone, not wanting to trouble her friends with her own.

“Nonsense, it’s no trouble at all,” Octavia assured her. “Please, let us help you, it’s the least we can do.”

“If you insist,” Rarity said brushing a lock of her mane from her face as she pulled herself together. “Thank you.”

“What are friends for,” Fleur said happily, “now, let’s start with something simple. Tell us, what kind of things does he likes?”

“Well, Spike is a rather simple drake,” Rarity said with a shrug. “He likes food, preferably gems of course, comics, games, etc.”

“Anything else,” Octavia asked.

“Well, yes but…,” Rarity trailed averting her eyes as her cheeks started growing red.

“What? What is it?”

“I’m afraid the other things get a bit more…personal,” Rarity said, slightly fidgeting in her seat.

“Oh, I know that look,” Fleur said, leaning forward staring intuitively at the embarrassed mare. “I’ve caused that shameful gaze among many a stallion.”

“What? What’s going on?” the gray mare asked, trying to figure out what was transpiring.

“Come now, Rarity, don’t be shy,” Fleur assured her. “You’re among friends here. You can tell us what’s Spike’s like ‘behind closed doors’.”

Octavia’s gray cheeks suddenly flushed red along with her seamstress friend, which only caused Fleur to giggle at how cute and
flustered they both looked. “Fleur, I don’t think that’s any of our business.” Octavia told her.

“Of course it is, we can’t help poor Rarity unless we understand all of Spike’s likes and dislikes,” Fleur told her shamelessly. “Besides, I’ve been dying know what it’s like being with a dragon anyway.”

“You can’t possibly expect me to tell you that,” Rarity scoffed in disbelief at her the model’s behavior.

“Actually…I’ve been curious for a while too,” Octavia said sheepishly as she raised her hand slightly like a scared foal.

“Et tu, Octavia,” Rarity said, glaring at the cellist.

“I’m sorry, but…” Octavia paused to try and pick her words carefully, “it’s just dragons are so rare in Equestria and it’s even rarer to be in a relationship with one. It’s only natural to be curious about how that works. I mean what is that even like?”

“Well…we’re not that different from any other relationship,” Rarity tried to wave off the topic.

“We mean the sex, dear,” Fleur specified with a coy smile on her face. “What’s the sex like?”

Rarity’ eyes practically popped out of her head with how open and nonchalant Fleur had asked the question, her head darting left and right to see if anypony heard her. This was Canterlot after all and such talk certainly wouldn’t help the reputation she had managed to establish in the snobby capital of Equestria; luckily enough for her, nopony seemed to be paying them any mind. “Settle down, darling, nopony is listening to us. They’re too busy caring about their own problems to listen to us.” Fleur said, leaning back up in her chair and casually crossing her legs. “Come now, Rarity, share with the rest of the class.”

Rarity averted her eyes before taking a deep breath and slowly exhaled. She looked back at friends and told them, “You promise not to tell another soul about what I’m about to tell you.”

“We promise,” Both Fleur and Octavia said in unison, raising their hands as they swore. “Not a word of this will pass these lips.” Fleur added.

“Very well,” Rarity said, trying to calm her nerves. “Spike and I have a rather…unique relationship when it comes to our more…intimate affairs.”

“Yes, go on,” Fleur insisted.

“He…I…we…” the fashionista stammered, trying to gather her words. “We indulge in a certain roleplaying that we’ve found is much to both our liking?”

“What kind of roleplaying,” Octavia asked.

“…M…dage,” Rarity practically whispered, masking her words

“I’m sorry, dear, we couldn’t hear you,” Fleur said, leaning forward a bit, “one more time?”

“S&M bondage,” she answered just loud enough for her friends to hear her. Both Fleur and Octavia were taken aback, their cheeks quickly flushing red before Rarity continued. “In the bedroom, Spike is my Master and I his little slave. When we’re together like that, I obey his every command. We’ve done this for so long that he knows my body’s every weak spot and he knows how to exploit them. Just thinking of him tying my up, all those ropes digging into every corner of my body, especially my breasts,”

“Oh, so Spike is into breasts, hm?” Fleur asked.

“Very much so, especially if they’re big, ” Rarity answered, touching her hands to her chest. “I can’t tell you how long he spends fondling them, groping them, suckling them. Honestly, he’s like a baby sometimes. So many of his rope tying techniques are used to extenuate my chest…it hurts, but it feels so good too. Yes, things can get a bit…rough, but afterward Spike knows how to be gentle with me. I let him do whatever he wants with me because I can trust him to know my limits and I’ll do whatever he asks because I know he’ll never ask to do something I’m not comfortable with.”

Throughout her explanation, Rarity hadn’t noticed that she had been wrapping her arms around herself, shifting around within her own embrace as the memories of Spike handling her filled her mind; but her friends sure noticed. Listening to Rarity spin the short version of her "sexscapades" with her lover, Octavia was so red she almost looked like an apple, her mind wrapped in various images of Rarity being tied up. Fleur on the other hand was smiling, loving where the conversation was going. "Now we’re getting somewhere," she thought to herself. “Don’t stop now, dear, keep going. How big is he?”

“A foot at full mass,” Rarity answered nonchalantly.

“Really,” Octavia asked.

“Mhmm, but it’s not his size,” Rarity told, wagging her finger as though she were speaking to an inexperienced child. “He’s certainly has a lot more…girth than the average stallion and when he enters me, I feel so full and the tip, it’s covered in bumpy ridges that hit all the right spots. But that’s still not the best part.”

“Well don’t leave us in suspense now,” Fleur practically snapped, straightening herself out in her seat. Rarity couldn’t even begin to answer verbally, so she simply raised her left hand and held up two fingers.

Octavia and Fleur glanced at each other in confusion before looking back at Rarity. “Two? Two what?” Octavia asked.

A short second later, Fleur’s eyes widened in realization as an overjoyed smile spread across her face. “No,” she said in disbelief, “surely you jest.”

“No, I’m afraid not,” Rarity said, placing her hand back on the table with a slight smile on her face.

“What? Can somepony tell me what’s going on?” Octavia said, demanding some insight.

“Ms. Rarity is trying to tell us that her darling dragon has two sets of members to put to use.” Fleur explained, smiling coyly at her confused friend. Octavia quickly got the message as her mouth formed an ‘O’ as the realization hit her and quickly after her face turned even redder than before. “Rarity, you lucky mare, no wonder you’ve been hiding him,” Fleur commented. “If I ever got my hands on him I might not be able to let him go.”

Fleur’s eyes then widened before narrowing as a devious smile crept on to her face. “Ooo, I think I’ve just been struck by sheer genius.”

“Do you have an idea?” Rarity asked in a hopeful tone.

“Do I ever,” the super model answered, clapping her hands together. “Why not let Octavia and I have a go at him?”

Rarity remained silent, stunned in surprise while Fleur’s words echoed over and over in her head. The shock quickly died down as outrage and rage began to take its place, however, Rarity was a lady and throwing a temper tantrum in public just wasn’t proper; so, mustering up every ounce of self-control that she could, put on her best smile and Rarity asked, “Now, Fleur, we are very good friends but if you think I would let you take Spike from me, you are sorely mistaken.”

“Yes and I why drag me into this?” Octavia asked, venting her surprise.

“Now, now, Rarity, no need to be testy,” Fleur said with a friendly smile, waving off her friends worry and aggression. “I wasn’t thinking of stealing Spike from you…more like…sharing with you.”

Rarity’s tension slowly subsided, but she still remained on edge. While Rarity trusted her friend to know her boundaries, same as any, Fleur was a bit notorious among certain circles for being quite promiscuous. “Wait, I thought you and Fancypants were a couple?” Octavia chimed in.

“Oh no, not at all,” Fleur chuckled, completely amused. “I’m just a big flirt and he simply indulges me. We’re just good friends and business partners, I assure you.”

“But still, why involve me?”

“Didn’t you say you wanted to help Rarity?”

“Of course I do, but I wouldn’t want to get between her and Spike,” Octavia stated.

“And you won’t be, neither of us will…well…we will, but not in a bad way.” Fleur said with a shrug.

“Fleur, please elaborate,” Rarity told her simply, the pink maned mare’s antics giving her nothing but a head ache.

“What I’m saying is why the three of us give don't Spike a special day he won’t soon forget,” Fleur answered. “I say the three of us treat Spike to a little pre-birthday fun. You know, the kind that involves three beautiful mares such as ourselves, a strappingly handsome drake like Spike and all our naughty bits in between.”

“So you do want to have a go at him?” Rarity asked sternly.

“Well after such a detailed description of Spike’s sexual prowess, naturally I would like to as they say, ‘sample the goods’, but of course, I would like you to be there as well.”

“…were I to say yes, you wouldn’t try to take Spike from me?”

“Of course not, dear, I know how much you care about him and how important he is to you. I merely wish to help in a way I think we can all enjoy ourselves.” Fleur assured her. “With all my photoshoots and whatnot, its been a while since I’ve had any late night fun. I was just hoping you would be willing the share.”

“Would this be…just a one-time occurrence?”

“Well, dear, I would leave that for you and Spike to decide, but I would like to at least prove my worth and I think Spike would really enjoy having another busty mare to play with.” Fleur answered in a sultry tone as she jiggled her chest a bit, causing her breasts to bounce.

“Hello, what about me?” Octavia chimed in once more, tired of being ignored.

“Why do you think I’m inviting you as well,” Fleur asked. “Weren’t you just telling me the other day how pent up and frustrated you’ve been. Not to mention your little…condition must be acting up by now.”

Octavia’s eyes shrunk to pins as her face went bright red. “T-T-T-That h-has noting t-t-to do with i-it,” she stammered in utter embarrassment, “but still, I didn’t think you would pull something like this.”

“Wait, what condition?” Rarity asked with a raised brow, looking back and forth between her friends.

“I-It’s nothing r-r-really,” Octavia chuckled nervously, trying to brush off the question.

“Now, Octavia, I did share a rather…personal secret with all of you; don’t you think it’s only fair you share one as well? I promise, I won’t laugh.”

“Octavia lactates,” Fleur answered blatantly.

“Fleur!” Octavia snapped.

“Come now, Octavia, it isn’t that bad,” Fleur said as she leaned over to the gray mare, wrapped her arms around her and groped her from behind. “Truth be told, I am kind of jealous. I wish I could lactate, it would save me so much on lubricant and I bet it tastes even sweeter. I bet Spike will love it too.” The unicorn teased her.

“Fleur, please don’t,” Octavia pleaded as she gently, but firmly pushed the amorous mare away, covering her chest protectively as she glared at her friend.

“Settle down, nopony is forcing you to do anything. It’s just some friendly fun, really.” Fleur said as she straightened herself out in her seat, waving off her friend’s embarrassment. “What, are you afraid the big bad dragon with break you?”

“No, it’s just…this is Rarity’s special some…drake, you can’t just make such arbitrary decisions by yourself.”

“I’m not, I’m just offering a suggestion,” Fleur assured her. “It’s Rarity that has to make the decision. So, what do you say Rarity?”

Rarity crossed her arms and closed her eyes, deep in thought. While she had no other ideas of how to surprise Spike, a chance at a super model was just about every stallion’s dream; having a marefriend that could make that dream come true would certainly be a surprise. Not to mention that it wasn’t some random mare; Fleur was a friend and as flirtatious as she was, Rarity truly believed she could trust her not to try anything treacherous and underhanded nor would Spike betray her own trust to be with Fleur. And Octavia wasn’t much of a problem either, given that she was trying to rationalize this scenario. She was certainly quite beautiful and Rarity had seen many a stallion try to court her, but it never ended well for her, most likely the reason for her ‘frustrations’. Maybe some time with Spike could show her that there are a few decent stallions out there. If Rarity were honest with herself, the prospect of not only Spike but herself as well, sharing an intimate moment with both Fleur and Octavia was certainly tantalizingly tempting and saying no would seem like a very disappointing idea. “Very well, Fleur,” Rarity said, meeting the mare’s gaze with a small smile. “I believe we can make an arrangement.”

“Oh goody, this is going to be so much fun,” Fleur giggled giddily. “So, what do you say, Tavi, we have Rarity’s permission, feel like joining in?”

The cellist shifted her legs a bit, fidgeting in her seat before looking at Rarity and asking, “Are you sure it’s okay with you?”

“Yes, I’m sure,” Rarity said placing her hand over the gray mare’s. “I think after all our hard work we could use some fun like this.”

Octavia smiled and nodded. “Wonderful, because I’ve got a few ideas I think you’re all going to love.” Fleur said as their waiter showed up with their order. The young stallion quickly deposited their drinks before leaving them and allowing Fleur to explain the exciting details of her grandmaster plan.