The queen of a thousand nightmares sat upon a throne of sorrows, her chalice overflowing with the sparkling tears of those who loved her. A dragon was chained beneath her feet and she laughed as her heels dug into his scales, making him trembled in joy.

Then Spike woke up. It was bright, he was surrounded by softness, and an angel was standing by his side. Was he really awake?

“Good morning, Spikey-Wikey;” Rarity sing-sang. She was in her morning robe again, standing next to the bed. The light of the rising sun, the brilliant white of her clothes, she looked divine. “Did you rest well?”

Spike slowly sat up. “Yes, very.”

“I hope I didn’t steal the covers too much. I’ve been accused of that before… wrongfully of course! Anyway, breakfast is ready. We have a lot to do and we should get our strength up first.”

“You already made breakfast?” A small frown invaded his features. “But I wanted to help you.”

“You are sweet, Spike, but I just couldn’t wake you up… you were so adorable in your sleep.” She giggled softly and walked over to her wardrobe. “I may have kissed you once or twice,” She added as she began sorting through the clothes inside.

Spike felt his heart swell in his chest. He had never dared to dream that he would one day wake up with Rarity standing next to his bed like this and telling him that she just made breakfast for him. As if sleeping next to her had not been amazing enough. This day promised to be amazing!

“Aha! And here’s a morning gown for you.” The youth’s face fell as Rarity turned and revealed not just a simple gown, but one of her frilly, fuzzy, pink things. “A handsome young man like you should not flaunt his good looks around,” Rarity tut-tutted.

Spike’s dismay disappeared instantly when he put it on. “So soft!” He muttered as he cuddled into the fabric, pointedly ignoring Rarity’s soft giggles.

“Now come, darling, the eggs are getting cold!”

The pair quickly made their way to Rarity’s kitchen table, where an amazing breakfast awaited them. Though Spike’s rumbling belly allowed him only a few moments to enjoy the view before he began digging in. As the scrambled eggs disappeared and the bread went the way of all good food, Spike’s eyes wandered to the woman next to him. Rarity was pacing herself more slowly but she was busy eating as well, sometimes offering him a smile or two. Otherwise they remained quiet, just happy to be in each other’s presence.

After the pair finished eating, Spike was quick to collect the plates and put them into the dishwasher and Rarity let out a small giggle at his endearing attempt to ease her workload. “Well, darling, I think it’s time we get our work done,” Rarity said after he was done with the dishes.

“You mentioned that, but what exactly do you mean, Rarity?”

The fashionista rose from her seat and motioned Spike to follow her. “As much fun as last night was, dear, we do have some cleaning to do.”

Spike blinked and suddenly it dawned on him. “Darn, we did just leave everything lying around down there.”

“Indeed. And trust me, the quicker we get it all clean, the better,” Rarity replied and opened her broom closet. She pushed most of the utensils aside and grabbed a bucket, several bottles of cleaning products and a few rags from the back. “Would you be a dear and fill this up? Usually I’d consider it a faux pas to ask my guest to help me clean, but I think it’s fair to ask you to help me with this room.”

“Of course, Rarity! I could never ask you to do that on your own after we both used the room,” Spike answered and quickly left to fetch the water.

“I’m glad you see it that way,” Rarity said with a smile. After Spike returned, the pair descended once again into the basement and made their way towards the special room. To Spike’s surprise, he heard the heavy humming of a climate control unit. “As much as I love my kingdom, maintenance is a bit taxing.”

The youth offered a small grin. “I admit, I would have never imagined you dusting off a whole shelf full of vibrators.”

“It’s not nearly as sexy as one might think,” Rarity said and gave Spike a little wink. The two entered the room. “Now what do you want to do? Spray the clothes or scrub the toys?”

“Spray?”

“Well, you can’t just wash leather, Spike. As long as it’s oiled, you have to wipe and spray it or the smell sinks in. You can wash the velvet parts with a sponge and soap water and then dry them with a blow dryer, but it's not good for the texture. After a while, you sadly have to cut it out and replace it. The leather just endures much longer…” Rarity explained while setting up the bucket and the rags.

“You know… hardly anyone ever mentions that part of whips and chains,” Spike noted as he collected the used toys from the bed.

“You’re telling me…” Rarity sighed “I wish I knew a spell that made all my toys self-sanitizing. Goodness, I don’t want to imagine what would happen if I ever forgot cleaning one of my boys before use.” She shivered slightly at the thought.

“Boys?”

“My phalli.”

“Your folly?”

“The dildos and vibrators, Spike!” Rarity sighed.

“I know what you meant but… do you really call them your boys?” Spike asked incredulously.

“I did take a long time to consider how I should affectionately refer to my collection of sex toys, Spike, but I honestly could not come up with a better term. Yes, they are my boys,” Rarity explained with a bit of a huff.

“Sorry, it just seems a bit weird.”

“You do realize that you are standing in a sex-dungeon?”

“Point taken!” Spike snickered. “I guess I will clean the toys then.”

“Fine,” Rarity answered and offered Spike a bottle of some cleaning agent and what seemed to be a box of tissues. “It’s rubber, so first soak it in this antiseptic soap. Then wipe it, run water over it, and wipe it with the disinfectant tissues.”

“Are we planning to operate on someone with it?”

“My dear, I had this inside of me and I plan to have it inside of me again. If the material could take it, I would boil it.”

“Point taken again…” Spike sighed and began to clean the dildo as instructed. Rarity meanwhile cleaned the clothes and shackles before beginning to change the bed sheets. “Talk about a weird soup.”

“Not quite as delectable as my usual cooking, I agree.”

“Say…” the youth asked after a few minutes of rubbing up and down the dildo (something that made him feel very, very weird). “You put a lot of effort into this room.”

“You could say that,” Rarity mused while spraying the clothes. “It used to be a boiler and washing room. But after Ponyville invested into central heating and I bought new and, smaller washing machines, I found myself with an entire room at my disposal. And seeing how many gentlemen have their so called ‘man-caves’, I decided to indulge myself.”

“So you turned it into a sex dungeon?”

“It was a more gradual process. I began with a cleanable floor, some shelves, and a few hoops in the wall - and believe me, getting those done right was no simple task. Those things are stainless steel and are bolted through the whole brick, just like the grips on an indoor rock-climbing wall,” Rarity explained.

“That doesn’t sound cheap.”

“Oh, that was the easier part. Getting the posts of the bed right was much more difficult. They look like painted wood, but inside they are solid steel pipes embedded in the floor and the ceiling. The hoops are solid steel as well and go through the whole pole. I don’t want anyone to ever get hurt when in the throes of passion, so I invested quite a bit into the equipment.” Rarity finished and placed a hand on the bedpost.

Spike swallowed. “Do I want to know how much money you invested into this?”

“Spike, you never ask a lady how much she weighs, how old she is, or how much money she spent to build her sex-dungeon!” Rarity stressed with pretend firmness. “Oh, and if you keep on rubbing him like that, you might get a happy ending, darling.”

“I’m just trying to be thorough!” The youth yelped with a huge blush on his face.

“Both me and my special place are very grateful for that.” Rarity giggled and playfully ran her fingers through his hair. “But to answer your question: There is a reason why I only wear fancy clothes that I design myself.”

“Harsh…” Spike muttered and finished his disinfecting. “So… should I pitch in from now on? After all, I'm going to be using the room, too.”

“With the allowance Twilight grants you? Spike, that would be terrible of me! Once Twilight graduates and you have a serious wage, we can discuss such things. But for now, this room remains under my control.”

“Ok… but at least let me come over whenever you clean up, so I can help you,” He said with a bit of defiance. “I mean… this place must become really dusty, being in the basement and all.”

“That can be arranged, darling.” Rarity giggled “We may turn one of the days when you come over to help me in the shop into a nice afternoon of scrubbing the boys.”

“You really do like to see me wank those things off.”

“That is slightly beside the point but yes, it is a delight to behold.”

“Anyway, I’m done with the vibrating one and the dildo.”

“I am done as well. By the way, how did you like the harness? I was a bit worried since I only had your tuxedo measurements to go on.”

“If fit really well,” Spike answered. Another blush appeared on his face and he averted his gaze a little. “And being pulled around is… kinda exciting.”

A grin invaded Rarity’s features and she ran her hand over Spike’s shoulder. “You are such a natural submissive. It’s exciting!” Taking a deep breath, she stepped away again. “But alas, not now. Now we have earned ourselves a nice little shower and you will probably have to go home at some point.”

Spike nodded. “Yeah. The Princess usually sleeps a little longer when Twilight visits her but both are notorious early birds,” He said with a sigh. “So I doubt that she’ll be gone much longer.”

“Long enough for a shower and a kiss?” Rarity asked innocently.

“I usually don’t shower very long…” Spike answered, slightly confused by her statement.

“Well, you might not take long… but we could take a bit longer,” The fashionista cooed, her eyes half-lidded and sparkling with mischief.

“Oh!” Spike’s eyes went wide. “I think there’s time for that.”

Author's Note

No clop here this time, sorry.
Pre-read by the great and amazing Kean, may his glory live on