Author's Note

This Chapter will include an adult Rarity having an delightful time with a quite small, cartoonesque dragon. If you don't want to read the more steamy parts, I'll leave a marking so you can skip it if you are just here for the story.
Kean, may his glory live on, has pre-read the story.
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Cleansing the Beast (Dracophilia)

She had given him a mad race up the stairs and as soon as both had passed the door to the bathroom, she spun around and pushed him against the wall. Now one hand held him firmly to the tiling while her other hand had grabbed his chin and led his lips to hers.

It was their first kiss as a couple. Not a one-sided show of affection or a proof of devotion or submission. Spike’s eyes shut and his world shrunk to the spot where their lips danced a tight tango.

Much too soon, Rarity pulled back and looked into his eyes. She wore no makeup, her hair was unkempt, and neither of them had anything resembling a fresh breath. And yet, this moment seemed perfect. Rarity moved closer and pushed herself against him. Their lips connected again and Spike moaned meekly into Rarity’s greedy kiss.

Spike felt his mind melting into sweet nothingness. Those ruby lips became the sole focus of his world.

Suddenly it stopped and Rarity took a small step back.

Spike blinked in confusion. He only now noticed how heavily he was breathing. The kiss had lasted less than a minute and he was already putty.

“Darling, could you do me a little favour?” Rarity asked, her hand still caressing his cheek.

“Anything!”

“Could you turn back into a dragon?” She asked with a fluttering of her eyelashes.

Spike’s eyebrows rose and his eyes went wide. “What? Why?” He stammered.

“Because I want to kiss you.”

Spike swallowed. He was wearing nothing but a nightgown and spent the last minute pushed against the wall, yet this step seemed way more intimate. “But… don’t you like kissing my human me?”

“Oh, very much so…” Rarity giggled. “But I want to kiss the dragon you too. You are both my Spikey Wikey and I want to know how kissing your other lips taste.”

“But… “ Spike muttered, looking away with worry. “What if you don’t like it?”

Rarity sighed slightly. “What if you hadn’t liked being my little squire?” She asked gently, running her hand through his hair. “I think that I can overlook a few superficialities. And that’s only assuming I don’t like kissing the cutest dragon on the planet.”

The youth looked up into her eyes. They were so full of love and kindness. There was no way he could deny her any request. Not moving away from the wall, he focused on the fire inside, as Celestia had shown him.

Rarity’s eyes widened slightly as Spike began to quiver and suddenly it was over. The young man was gone and in it’s place was a small and adorable dragon. In this form, he barely reached her hip. The nightgown had grown much too big for him and he was struggling to get it off. A fact that made him look just too precious.

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Rarity kneeled down and pulled the clothing aside. In one swift motion, she lifted Spike off his feet and pulled him against her chest.

“Woah!” the small dragon yelped in surprise. He found himself pressed firmly against Rarity’s barely covered breasts, her arms tightly around him.

Rarity shifted her weight slightly to secure her stance and smiled at him. “You have no idea how often I have looked at you and just felt the urge to pick you up and cuddle you!” She said with a sheepish grin.

“I hope its as often as I’ve wished you’d do that exact thing…” Spike answered, his cheeks pink.

“Well, time for the great experiment!” Rarity proclaimed and pushed forward, her lips aiming straight for his.
When their lips met, Rarity couldn't help but giggle a little from the small scales that sprouted around the rim of his hard, smooth lips, tickling hers a bit.

“I think I can announce the operation a success,” Rarity giggled and leaned her forehead against Spike’s while locking her blue eyes with his.

The little dragon let out a sigh himself and reached up to Rarity’s shoulders. He was too small to fully hug her but he could hold onto her, enjoying her presence and warmth.

The pair just spent a few moments in silence, holding each other close and safe. Finally, Rarity pulled back and pressed a kiss onto Spike’s forehead. His scales felt different here. Much harder, almost like fingernails.

Suddenly, she noticed something poking her in the belly and Rarity let out a loud giggle. “Oh dear, is that a gemstone in your pocket or are my kisses showing effect?” She asked with a smirk.

Spike blushed and scratched the back of his neck. “Sorry… but you’re so close and-”

“Oh, Spike, don’t apologize for being a man!” Rarity interrupted and pressed another small kiss onto his forehead. An idea hit her and she looked into Spike’s eyes. “Can I see?” She asked with played innocence.

The little dragon’s blush deepened and he averted his gaze. “Erm… eh… Sure?” He offered. “I’m not exactly pretty down there…”

“Nobody really is. But I am curious,” The fashionista said and fluttered her eyelashes. “Please…”

Spike’s resistance melted like an ice cube in a furnace. “Fine, Rarity.”

Rarity stepped to the washbasin and placed Spike down, sitting him on the edge. He used his tail to stabilize himself and looked away in shame. To her surprise, he had a cute little bulge between his legs. The woman knew from experience that one could never see Spike’s genitalia on regular occasion, but seeing his green belly scales pushed out like this was rather strange. Slowly, Spike reached down and pulled a row of scales apart, revealing an usually hidden slit.

Rarity’s eyes almost fell out of their holes at what she saw next.

“Well…” Spike muttered.“Here they are…”

It was the “They” that had surprised Rarity the most. There were indeed two slender, pink shafts pointing out of the broad slit on Spike’s underbelly. They were smooth with small purple veins shining through the skin, small ridges were visible on the top side and the tips were pointed and had small pearls of pre-cum on them. A thin film of lubrication made them glisten in the morning light, probably to keep them from chafing inside their pocket and gave them a harsh, musky fragrance. Though they were no longer than her pinky finger and as thin as a pen, they seemed very tough and hard, just like the dragon they belonged to.

“They are adorable!” Rarity said and let out a small giggle. “And so deliciously unique! Who knew that my little Spikey Wikey had such a exquisite secret.”

Spike looked up a little. “Don’t you think that they’re too small and weird?”

The woman let out a huff. “Size only matters to other men, darling. A lady cares little about mass.” She gave him a sly wink.“And as long as you have affection and at least one finger or tongue to use, you are more than enough for me.” Suddenly a thought hit her. “If I may ask… how do you use them? Do you use them at the same time when you pleasure yourself or one after the other?”

Spike shuddered, his face so red, it defied the visible spectrum. “Erm… I use one at a time,” He answered slowly.

Rarity’s features lit up and one of her hands reached down, gently touching his left shaft. He moaned loudly at the soft fingers dancing over his length. The organ was firm and slippery and the lack of foreskin made the whole shaft incredibly sensitive.

“Go on…” Rarity whispered. “How do you use it? Which one first?”

The little dragon groaned. “I… I grab my right shaft and I stroke it…” A loud sigh interrupted his words. “And then I stroke my left one until they’re both hard.”

Rarity grinned and slowly let her index finger dance around the right shaft. She felt it pulsing and throbbing, desperate for attention. “And what do you think about?”

“In our last big book delivery… Ah… You guys were on an adventure and I had to sort through it… Oh… and there were some books for adults… and I hid them before Twilight came back.”

“And what is your favourite?” A middle finger joined the index finger, holding the shaft firmly between them and began stroking it from tip to root.

“The Eight Legged Lady,” Spike moaned.

“And what is your favourite part?”

“The beginning… the lady lures a butler into her lair… and she demands that he serves her…”

“OH!” Rarity giggled, her grin broadening. She sped up her strokes, gentle slaps filling the room as she made contact with his scales. “What does she ask him to do?”

“She… oh… she demands that he helps her undress… and when she’s halfway done, she lays down on the bed… and then demands he finishes undressing her… AH and he has to climb over her and when he tries to unhook the… ohhhh she pulls him in and…” Spike managed to explain between the jolts of ecstasy. His hips had begun moving on their own, desperately attempting to make even more out of the gentle stroking Rarity gave him.

“And then she does what?” Rarity pressed on, locking her gaze with Spike’s. Her thumb joined the fun, stroking over the tip. She grinned, feeling more pre trickle from the tip.

“She mounts him… AAAA! She rides him and when…” Spike almost screamed. The treatment was beginning to make his thoughts muddy with lust and he felt the terrible burning of pure desire inside of his belly. He grabbed the sides of the basin and held tight as he thrust into Rarity’s hand. “And… uh… and then she bites him… her poison making him…”

“Drown in ecstasy!” Rarity finished before she pressed her lips onto his. Without any warning she pushed her greedy tongue into his mouth. Spike was too far gone to truly react and she met the fork of his with her tip. She could not enjoy the alien feeling of the serpentine organ for long because seconds later, Spike came.

A huge wave of pleasure rocked the little dragon and his claws tightened around the basin. His eyes rolled into the back of his head and the burning in his belly seemed to move through the whole length of his hemipenis. Hot, white cum shot into the palm of Rarity’s hand and she kept stroking him until the last strand of cum had been squeezed out.

Rarity pulled back, her cheeks pink and her lips in a wolfish smirk.

Spike was breathing heavily, the small dragon looking completely ragged and exhausted. His right hemipenis had become limp, drained and tired while the left was still hard and at the ready.

“You have a good eye for naughty literature, my dear…” Rarity giggled, her free hand stroking Spike’s ear-frills.“The Eight Legged Lady has a very special place in my heart.” She pressed a small kiss onto Spike’s forehead. “Even more so, now that I know that we both have pleasured ourselves to it…”

Spike let out a rattled breath and his shook his head. “They… are never gonna... put that quote... on the cover…”

“I know a few places where they might…” Rarity giggled and looked at the spoils of her labour. Spike’s semen was thick and white in her palm, smelling tangy and enticing. She had been too eager to go into aftercare to have a taste last night. Slowly she raised it to her lips and opened her mouth, making sure that Spike had full view of it. She let it drip onto her extended tongue, savouring the tangy texture and flat, salty taste of the liquid. It was quite a surprise to her, but Rarity enjoyed the taste very much. And Spike obviously enjoyed the show.

A small film remained on her hand and Rarity extended it towards Spike’s lips. “Would you like a taste?” She asked slyly.

Spike gulped and bit his lip. “I… I know what it tastes like…” He muttered.

“Curious little lizard…” Rarity cooed. “But you should! Since you’re blocking the faucet, I can’t wash my hands, now can I?”

The little dragon nodded in acceptance and extended his tongue. The long, limber organ brushed over Rarity’s hand, eagerly licking up any remains of his seed and retreated as quickly as it had come out. The fashionista sighed as ideas of how to use this wonderful organ flooded her mind. One especially caught her interest and Rarity quickly closed in to press her lips onto Spike’s. She did not waste a heartbeat pushing her tongue into his mouth. This time Spike returned the affection and Rarity was treated with the alien, yet delightful feeling of his limber, forked tongue dancing, slithering and wrapping itself around hers like a serpent. Her eyes shut in bliss as their kiss continued and she felt Spike’s claw hold onto her shoulder as she held onto the back of his head. She finally pulled back and it took almost a second for his entire tongue to withdraw, the whole length leaving a hot tingle where it had touched.

“Amazing…” Rarity whispered, her blue eyes locked with those slitted emeralds. She made a decision and slowly, she lowered herself.

“Rarity?” Spike asked carefully, part of him knowing what was about to happen.

“Left deserves some love as well…” Rarity giggled and finally got to her knees right in front of Spike’s crotch. “Right” was still limp and tired and she gave him a small peck as if to say “You did fabulously”. Spike moaned loudly at the sudden feeling of hot lips on the spent organ but he was not prepared for what was to follow.

Rarity slowly and luxuriously ran her hot tongue over the underside of Spike’s unspent hemipenis, showering him in a storm of electricity. He had not even dared to dream about it, but the day had come on which Rarity, the woman of his dreams, was kneeling before him and lavishly licking his drakehood. Moaning helplessly, he clung to the basin once again, his body still shaky from his last climax.

The fashionista meanwhile marveled at the musky taste and fleshy texture of his shaft. Eagerly, she wrapped her lips around it, her mouth forming a tight pout and pushed forward until she pushed a kiss on his scales. She could hear Spike moan and growl above and looked up, locking her eyes with his. He was drunk on lust, helpless in her grasp and she loved every second of it. Still staring at him, she bobbed her head back, tongue running over his shaft and lips sucking rightly.

The little dragon groaned loudly, his length on fire with pure lust. His hips bucked helplessly, trying to get even more out of Rarity’s mouth, but there was no way he could do more than impotent flailing. Even when she had his drakehood in her mouth, Rarity was in control and he wouldn’t have it any other way.

It took her just a few more bobs and licks before Spike let out a loud and incoherent moan, his toes curling and his body trembling in ecstasy.

Rarity pulled back, so only the tip of him was in her mouth and played around it with her tongue. For a second she thought she could feel it building up inside of her little dragon. How deep inside of him, a hot stream of seed pulsed through his thrashing body and fired into her greedy mouth. She kept licking, being rewarded again and again with another shot of hot semen. Finally, the fountain dried and Rarity let the spent hemipenis plop out of her mouth. It hung next to it’s equally tired brother and she gave it a quick peck as well as to not make it feel jealous.

Spike was panting heavily, one hand on his forehead, the other still clutching the basin. He looked down and was greeted with a broadly smiling Rarity. “Wow…”

“Did you like it, Spikey Wikey?” Rarity asked slyly and gave him a wink. “You sure look like you did…”

“That was amazing!”

“Then it’s only befitting to my little drakefriend,” Rarity giggled.

“But… oh… what about you!” Spike suddenly yelped. “You were so busy making me feel good, I didn’t do a thing for you!”

“What a responsible and mature dragon you are…” The fashionista giggled even louder and stood up. “But… I’m not as sturdy as you are and this floor is hardly comfy enough to kneel on.”

“But-”

“Spike!” Rarity interrupted. “I know how blessed I am with your devotion, but my bathroom is just not the place where I want to share myself with you.” She pulled him into a tight embrace and picked him up. “You are quite something, my little dragon…” She whispered gently as she pressed him against her chest. “And I want to save up this treat for a bit longer.”

Spike sighed happily as he was pressed against the naked flesh of her breasts. They were wonderfully full and warm. He had never allowed himself to dream of a moment like this. Feeling his princess’ afterglow with all of his body. It was such a perfect moment. Much too soon, Rarity let go of him and placed the little dragon in front of her.

“As much as I would like to stay like this forever, darling, I think your smelly Princess and her perspiring dragon should wash up and get ready for the day,” She said with a little smirk.

Spike nodded. “Mind if I go human again? I’ve kinda gotten used with everything being the right size…”

“Awww… and you are just so cute like this.” Rarity giggled. “But then again, so is your human form.”

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The little dragon blushed deeply and turned around. A heartbeat later, he was a young lad again. The fashionista had to hold herself back as to not immediately wrap her arms around him again. And she managed to do so for almost three whole seconds.

Spike gasped as Rarity embraced him from behind and pushed him against her chest.

“Oh, darling, I can’t wait to wash your back…” Rarity whispered into his ear.

Spike shivered and gasped. “Ah… you know… changing form doesn’t… erm… reset my-”

Rarity pressed a kiss onto Spike’s cheek and let go of him. “Fine, let’s get ourselves clean.” She laughed and led Spike into the shower. Unlike the modest bathtub of Golden Oaks, Rarity had a big shower cubicle with a overhead shower and a separate head on a cord.

“Say, Rarity…” Spike said after a few moments of facing the wall as the warm water washed over his body. “Can I ask you something?”

“Why of course, darling! Anything!” Rarity answered happily.

Spike swallowed deeply. Still facing the wall, he asked, “How did you find out about yourself… you know… that you are… different?”

For almost a minute, silence followed. Finally, Rarity answered. “The word is sadist, Spike,” She said with forced calmness. She had hoped to speak about this particular detail of her past at a later date, but she had promised Spike an answer.

“But… sadists enjoy it when others suffer, right? And you-”

“And I do exactly that, Spike. I enjoy the suffering of others. I have done so for a long time.”

“But, you’re Rarity!” Spike stressed and turned around. “You are the element of generosity! You-”

“Spike!” Rarity interrupted and shoved Spike against the wall. Their eyes met and for a moment, Spike saw sorrow in them. “I may be a sadist, but I am not a psychopath. Yes, I enjoy seeing you in dismay. I like it when you grovel before me, wince in confusion, and seeing you squirm helplessly in my grasp is a delight… but… but I also feel bad for others.” She sighed. “I know how it feels to be in pain or afraid and I don’t want others to go through it… even if I do enjoy it.” A smile appeared on her lips and she pulled the naked lad into a tight hug. “That’s why I am so happy to have you now. You are not just the perfect gentleman and the sweetest dragon in the world. You also enjoy it when I tease you, bend you, and throw you around…”

Spike returned the embrace and nodded. So far he had enjoyed it. Even this short moment when Rarity had pushed him against the wall tickled something deep inside of him. Something that longed for her hold his leash and yank it roughly.

The fashionista let go of him and grabbed a bottle of shampoo. Gently, she began rubbing it into Spike’s hair. He closed his eyes and just enjoyed the feeling of those nimble hands massaging his scalp.

“Mmmhmm but… how did you find out?” He asked dreamily.

“It was during my time in high school. A fling with a very nice young man,” Rarity answered coldly. “What was supposed to be a night of romance and passion ended in a catastrophe that was not rivaled until the Gala. It was before I understood myself and my needs. And before I acquired a more refined taste in pain. I left more than just bite marks on his neck.” She grabbed the showerhead and rinsed the shampoo off Spike’s head. “Afterwards I avoided dating altogether. I became afraid of hurting others again. I didn’t want to break some poor man into pieces just for a quick rush of pleasure.” She let out a sigh and went for the soap. “That was until that wonderful day with Cup Cake!”

Spike hummed happily as Rarity began rubbing soap onto his back, her gentle touch making his heart flutter. “Mrs. Cake?” He asked.“What happened?”

“Oh, Cup wanted me to tailor a skirt for a Nightmare Night costume. A rather banal piece of work, I have to admit, but when she went into the changing cubicle, she forgot one of the spider legs and I opened it to see her bruised thighs.”

“Wait! The Cakes are-”

“Oh Spike, the Cakes are into things that make me seem positively tame!” Rarity laughed. “When I saw the bruises I swore that Carrot was abusing her. I sat down with her immediately and tried to support her. But Cup explained to me the details of their relationship. You would not believe what a savage master Carrot Cake is behind closed doors. And sweet Cup Cake does not feel complete without his crimson handprint on her aching rear. The two showed me the path to the right shops and books and I could not thank them enough for that. Well… sometimes I let them use my kingdom. But they bring their own equipment, so don’t worry.”

“I would’ve never guessed…” Spike muttered. He turned, giving Rarity better access to rinse the soap off.

“Would you have guessed that I enjoy using you as a coat hanger? Or are you going to grovel before Twilight when you go home?”

“Not more than usual.”

“Exactly. Our kinks don’t define us. They just make us special!” Rarity announced happily and gave Spike a playful slap on the butt.

The two finished showering in silence and Spike ran off to put on his clothes in the bedroom while Rarity gathered up the towels and his morning gown.

He met her downstairs, fully dressed and ready to go. “Erm… one thing, Rarity…” He said carefully as he approached to kiss her goodbye. “Can I tell Twilight that we’re… you know… an item.”

Rarity winked at him. “Why, of course, Spike. Though, I would prefer it if you didn’t go bragging about what happened last night. But feel free to share with our friends. They can celebrate our love with us!” She pulled him close again and gave him a firm kiss. “See you soon, Spike.”

Spike nodded happily and turned to leave. He waved at her as he left and went on his way back to the library.