The Knight of the Spoiled Queen

by Davesknd

Rating: mature
Tags: Spike, Rarity, Romance, Sex, Slice of Life, Human, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic
Length: 15460

Rarity and Spike share an intimate and dark secret. An urge that they can only express through each other. A soft BDSM story of two humanized lovers

The most fabulous fashionista of Ponyville and the #1 Assistant of Twilight Sparkle both have very peculiar tastes when it comes to intimacy. After a recent event, Rarity confesses the depth of her kinks to her dear friend and Spike finds himself entangles in her web of power. And he finds out how much he loves being tied up.

Includes: Human/Human-looking Dragon also will include clop-free chapters
Fetishes: BDSM, Lots of kinky roleplaying

Cover Art by taking the few SFW parts out of a work by Megasweet. Thanks to him for giving me permission.

Published 2016-05-25 20:50:01 UTC
Last updated 2016-11-13 21:32:56 UTC

A glimpse into her world

Author's Note

This is my first full-out BDSM fic and I would like to hear everyone's opinion about it. It was Pre-read by the great and amazing Kean, may his glory live on
And just for the disclaimer: Spike is 17 and Rarity is 25.
And 17 is age of consent where I live.

A glimpse into her world

The evening was early and the shadows grew long as Spike, number one assistant of Twilight Sparkle and dragon-blooded foster-son of Princess Celestia, made his way through the streets of Ponyville. Wherever he looked, he saw people sitting outside and enjoying the warmth of the summer sun before Luna’s moon would bring a wonderful night.
The youth had a spring in his step for his goal was Carousel Boutique, the home of his one and only love. Even thinking about her made the heart in his narrow chest jump with joy and pump warmth through all of his body, from the tip of his toes to the tip of his one hair tuft that always managed to look like the scales of his dragon form. Spike had gotten amazingly skilled at looking like a human. No longer was he bound to walk about as a small bundle of purple scales and chubby cheeks, not much taller than a dog on its hind legs. No, now he was as big as most others teenagers and completely human, with the exception of his green, reptilian eyes, his sharp canines, and his snake-like tongue that would not become rounded, no matter how hard he tried. Not that he tried too hard. Spike enjoyed his inhuman features. He could smell a thousand things with his tongue, his eyes pierced any darkness, and his canines were perfect for opening those pesky plastic bags in which baking powder was shipped.
The boutique came into view and his steps became lighter. Rarity had invited him over for a “treat after dinner”. Celestia, he was so excited! Whatever could it be? Did she have some leftover, impure gemstones? Sure they weren’t pretty but they had a nice tangy aftertaste. And it was always fun to see the reaction of others when he bit through solid stone in his human form.
He arrived at the door, straightened his purple sweater, pulled his jeans up and wiped the last few specks of dirt off his shoes. Then he repeated the whole procedure.
Five times.
And it would have been more often, hadn't he noticed that one of the neighbors was watching him and holding her mouth, close to bursting into giggles.

“Very funny, Roseluck…” Spike muttered and knocked on the door, trying to ignore the heat on his cheeks and the loud beating of his heart.

“Coming!” Answered a melodic voice. Moments later the door opened.

The youth’s heart skipped a beat. Rarity stood in the doorway, her long curly, hair cascading over perfect, creamy pale skin. Deep blue eyes sparkling beneath sensuous, long lashes. A soft smile that could warm the frozen north on luscious, red lips. Oh Luna help him, she had even put on that eye-shadow that made her look so amazingly sexy when she fluttered her eyelashes.
To Spike’s surprise, Rarity wore a thick, long dressing gown with a soft, poofy neckline that hid her perfect figure a bit too well for his tastes. But he wasn’t here to ogle Rarity, he was here because she asked him to come and he would go to the ends of the earth for her.

“Spikey Wikey! I’m so glad you made it!” Rarity exclaimed as she saw the young man standing in the doorway. Without a second’s notice, she pulled him into a tight hug which Spike returned happily. Though he got a full face of the furry neckline, due to him still being at least a head shorter than her, he enjoyed the feeling of her arms around his neck.
Much too soon, she let go and bent over a little to look him in the eye. “How are you?”

“Great, thank you Rarity!” Spike replied, grinning. “All the happier when I can visit you.”

“Oh, you old charmer…” Rarity giggled, delicate fingers over his temple and down his ear. “Now, do come in! We have few things to discuss.”

Spike followed as she beckoned him to enter. “Discuss?” He wondered out loud. “Is there something wrong?”

“Far from it, darling, ” Rarity answered with a giggle. “There is something very right and we have to discuss it.”

“You lost me,” Spike admitted.

“Oh, don’t worry for now. More importantly: How much time do you have? Will Twilight need you for anything tonight?” The woman asked as she led Spike through the boutique towards the living area.

“Nah, she basically begged me to get going. Even had me send a-” Spike made massive air-quotes “-ROYAL letter. She's probably already in Canterlot, making out with my foster mom.”

“Spike!” Rarity chastised with a giggle. “It’s well within their right to enjoy each other’s company after all they do for the sake of Equestria on a daily basis. And don’t you think it amazing that our bookish Twilight Sparkle has become the suitor of our grand princess? From humble, little scholar to the lover of our all ruler. It is so… glamorous and romantic!”

“It loses it’s shine when you walk in on your mom kissing your sister,” Spike countered.

“Ah, yes, I can see that being a tad disturbing,” Rarity agreed and beckoned Spike towards the back room.

“Erm… Rarity, where are we going?” Spike asked as Rarity firmly headed towards the basement stairs.

“As I said, Spike, we have to discuss something important,” Rarity stressed and opened the door.

To Spike’s slight surprise, the stairs downwards were incredibly clean. Did Rarity use them often enough to warrant cleaning or did her disgust for dirt extended to them? Maybe she needed him to carry something heavy? He had a slim and tight frame, but he could carry quite a bit. And he did enjoy a chance to help his friends. Especially Rarity.
The pair reached the bottom of the stairs, finding themselves in a short hallway. Spike knew that to the left was the boiler room, Rarity’s storage chambers, and a room full of mannequins, which was probably the creepiest place in all of Ponyville. He also knew that there was a strong, metal door on the right that was always closed shut. But not today. Today, light emerged from the small opening beneath the door.

“Now, I want you to tightly close your eyes,” Rarity said with a smile.

“Erm… sure Rarity,” The youth said with a nod.

“And do not open them until I tell you. I would be very disappointed if you peeked,” Rarity stressed while putting a soft hand on Spike’s shoulder.

Spike nodded, his eyes still closed. He wouldn’t peek, no matter what. The woman of his dreams could trust him fully and completely!
Gently, the hand on his shoulder pushed him forward and Spike followed the soft instruction without question. Strange smells began to play around his nose as he was pushed on. It smelled of vanilla with a hint of blueberry. They stopped for a moment and he heard Rarity opening a door. They were walking into the right room! Curiosity began to crawl through his skull. He wanted to know what Rarity kept in there! But he kept his eyes shut. She had asked him and he would not disappoint her!

“Very good, Spike…” Rarity whispered and pushed him a few steps further. “Now keep your eyes shut until I say so…”

Spike almost began to tremble with curiosity. He could hear movement behind him as Rarity seemed to fidget with something while bright light pushed through his eyelids and soft, pleasant smells clung to his nose. It was so alluring.

Finally, after what seemed to be hours, he heard the door being locked and Rarity spoke. “Very well, Spike, open your eyes.”

He did. And they went wide!
The room had to be bigger than Rarity’s bedroom. It was starch white, illuminated by spotlights in the ceiling, and had a smooth, white, floor. Several huge, metal shelves with glass doors lined the walls. One was filled with straps, belts, ropes, chains, carbines, and all other kinds of gear to bind and secure. All in many colours and made of many materials. The next was equally impressive, filled with rows of vibrators and dildos. There were also strings with beads, hanging off small hooks, and other devices all ordered by size, type, and material like an army of pleasure. The next was full of ona-holes, masturbators and many more of the kind, all standing on the ready. Finally, the last one was full of gags, restraints, and small cuffs in velvet as well as leather. Enough to bind an army.
Several loops and grommets were placed throughout the room, on the walls, the ceiling as well as on the floor.
Sat in the middle of the room was a huge, four poster bed, dressed in pink sheets. On each post was a slew of loops and hooks.
Behind the bed stood a tall, alabaster throne, cushioned with finest purple and white velvet and flanked by two small stands. On one of them laid a scepter of pure silver with a frighteningly phallic shaft.

Spike looked around in quiet shock, slowly taking in the fact that he was in the most exquisite sex dungeon imaginable.

“Do you like it, Spike?” Rarity asked from behind.

Spike spun around and took a step backwards into the room.

Rarity had shed her bathrobe, revealing a white corset that accentuated her already beautiful form and held her breasts tight in leather triangle-cups, exposing only the tops of her soft, creamy breasts. A garter belt hid most of the tiny g-string she wore, leaving only an embroidered blue diamond exposed. Small, blue diamond-shaped clips on light blue straps connected to a pair of white, thigh-high high-heeled boots, each with a slit running down the inside tied together by crossing blue straps that exposed just enough of Rarity’s thigh to leave anyone wanting more. She also wore a pair of elbow-length gloves that matched her boots, embroidered with blue diamonds on the back of the hands. Resting on her shoulders, extending from a white fur hem, was an alabaster cape inlaid with blue stripes and onyx specs that sparkled as the light hit them. A golden chain held the cape in place, the fire ruby’s necklace modified into a brooch with the fire ruby itself at its center. Finally, Rarity had put on a silver crown with long, hard jags and a large blue opal embedded on the front, matching a pair of blue, drop-shaped earrings.

“Rarity… erm... what is... What is this?” Spike managed to stutter once his senses were done being overwhelmed.

“This, Spike, is my throne room, kingdom and refuge,” Rarity said with a regal voice. For a moment, Spike could swear she was more regal and imposing than Princess Celestia. “Here, I satisfy and explore the depths of decadence and ecstasy. My court of flesh and pleasure.“ She took a step forward and Spike retreated. “And I have invited you here, my little Spikey-Wikey.”

Spike opened his mouth to ask why, but he was interrupted.

“Let me get this out of the way and please do not feign ignorance, Spike, I know that you harbor feelings for me.”

“Wha- who told you!?”

“Well… you just did.” Rarity giggled and Spike blushed deeply. “And don't think me some foolish girl who never noticed anything. I know that you have a severe crush on me. You might even love me… don’t you?”

Spike bit his lip. This was wrong. All wrong! He had wanted to wait for the perfect moment. Wanted to express his love through words, deeds, anything but standing around here like an idiot. But there was no turning back now. “Yes… yes, I love you.”

“Very good, Spike,” Rarity cooed and rubbed her chin while tilting her head back. Oh Celestia, he felt so small when she looked at him like this.

“You see, I harbor deep feelings for you as well.”

“What?” Spike blurted out, eyes wide.

“Yes. I have done so for a long time. But until recently, I just didn’t dare to hope you had what I was looking for in a partner. I simply assumed that you were incompatible with me.”

“Incompatible?” He asked aloud.

“This is part of me, Spike!” Rarity announced and extended an arm. “In this room, I am not a drama-queen but truly a queen! Here I express my dominance, my urge to control and be worshiped and revered. Here the world prostrates before me and serves my every whim and wish! And so far, I could not see you enter in here…”

“But… I always help and support you…”

“Yes, Spike, but so far I never saw that spark in you that I crave. That delightful subservience that I desire,” She explained and a grin spread across her lips “But then came the magical comic book!”

Spike tilted his head to the side.

“Haven’t you ever wondered how well it captured our true personalities? Twilight became a matter-bending master of knowledge, Rainbow a furious bolt of wonder, Fluttershy a gentle giant with a burning strength inside, Applejack a cunning mistress of a thousand tricks, Pinkie so fast and chaotic, she could warp reality, and I a being that could delve into the depths of her own creativity to form reality...” She grinned. “And you were the sidekick in your own fantasy.”

The youth lowered his head in shame.

“Do not feel ashamed, my dear. There is nothing wrong with a man who supports, submits, and enjoys it,” Rarity said with a small grin and ran a gloved hand over Spike’s cheek.

“But… but I want to be strong and protect you…” Spike muttered as she gently pushed his chin up.

“There are incredibly strong and powerful men who protected everyone yet always submit,” Rarity said gently. “They are called ‘knights’. Haven’t you seen them in Canterlot?”

Spike’s eyes widened.

“They are strong, selfless and kind but they all submit to Princess Celestia. They serve everyone they meet and are gentlemen through and through. Do you ever see them ashamed when they kneel before their princess?” She pushed further.

“No… but… I’ve never thought about it like that…” Spike muttered, not sure what to say. “This is just so weird.”

“Spike, I offer you something that I do not offer lightly; I offer you a chance to explore your own submission. To go on a journey of excess and ecstasy with me.” She gently pulled him closer by his chin until he felt her hot breath on his lips. “Because I love you, Spike. Because I want to make you my knight. I have waited a long time, hoping to see the light of submission that I crave in a partner.” She retreated, leaving Spike desperate for the heat of her words. “This room is a part of me, Spike!” She spread her arms wide. “I need it just like Twilight needs her books or Fluttershy needs her animal friends. I could not take a lover that does not enjoy submitting to my dominance. I can’t be with a man who just endures this. So I ask you: Please, try it. Explore this part of yourself and let me be your queen! And if it ignites the spark in you, I will also be your love!”

Spike swallowed hard and took a deep breath. “Alright, Rarity, I’ll try it out. I’m not sure what to do but I would do anything for you.”

Relief spread across Rarity’s features and she smiled. “Now that is my Spikey-Wikey. I am so glad that I had the courage to bring you here.” She put a hand on Spike’s shoulder and slowly led him towards the bed. As they arrived, she motioned him to sit and took place in the throne herself.

Spike did his best not to stare as she crossed her shapely legs and made her chest jiggle in its tight confinement. “First of all, Spike, we have to decide on a safe-word.”

“A safe-word?”

“You do know the basics of BDSM?”

“Erm… I, like, it’s about whips and chains and… I know the basics of CQC...“ Spike began to fumble. He already felt like he was losing points rapidly.

“Spike, I already told you: Don’t be ashamed. This is far from mainstream and I'm glad to share this with you. I will walk you through everything you need to know,” Rarity said with a gentle smile that warmed his heart. “A safe word is a word or phrase that a couple in this kind of relationship uses to make the whole thing stop. It’s a proof of trust and devotion. While we are in this room, I will set up rules, I will humiliate and demean you, I will make you do things and demand full submission when I punish failings. But if anything ever feels wrong, feels like something goes too far or that they can’t go on, all they have to do is say the word. Then the chains loosen, the cuffs come off, and we are Spike and Rarity, equals.”

“Would you ever need to use that?” Spike asked.

“Sometimes things spoil the mood. There is no getting around that matter,” Rarity stressed “It’s a proof of our mutual trust. Furthermore, we have to be clear on one more thing: Whatever happens in this room stays in this room and this room alone. When we are outside of this room, we are equals in every way and nothing will haunt us beyond this door.”

“So… I won’t have to worry if I mess up?”

“Spike, there is no way you could mess up. We will explore a part of our souls that remains hidden from even our best of friends,” Rarity said with a sparkle in her eyes. “We will walk through a garden of darkest pleasures together and we will always watch out for each other. And please, even if you say the safe word, even if you opt out on our first try, I will not think less of you. What we will do together can be unnerving or even frightening at first. We will hug, kiss and try again later.”

“But… you said that you might punish me…”

“Oh Spike. It is part of the experience! Domination is about the feeling of power. As I said, I will set rules and order you around. Some tasks will be made to be too tough,” Rarity explained.

“So… are you going to hit me?” Spike asked carefully. His human shape had a high pain threshold, but he wasn’t sure if he wanted to be hurt.

“Probably not. I don’t enjoy causing pain, Spike,” Rarity answered carefully. “It might surprise you, but I don’t even have a whip. I prefer to do different sorts of punishment. Chores, taking away freedom, proofs of passion… you might come to love my punishments as much as my rewards…”

Spike stared at her and blinked a few times. “That doesn’t seem to make sense.”

“Not yet, Spike.” Rarity shifted her weight. “So, what do you say, are you willing to try? Do you want to serve your queen as her loyal knight and servant?”

A shiver went down the young dragon’s spine. Rarity loved him. This was at the center of her most secret desires and she gave him a chance to be part of them. Sure, it was weird, kinda scary and he was not sure if it was truly his kink -though the thought of serving Rarity always sent a tingle down his spine- but he would at least try it. “Alright, Rarity, I'll give it a shot.”

Rarity gave him a big smile. “I knew it was no mistake to bring you here. Just two more things!”

“Yes?”

“Spike… your human form… is it stable?”

“What do you mean?”

“When I tie you up or, let’s say you experience immense pleasure, do you turn back into your dragon self?”

“Oh, no, don’t worry. I have to consciously focus to change back. I do have to revert for some periods but it’s actually easier to stick to human for a long time and get some dragon time in when I sleep,” He explained.

“Good to hear… though I would not mind dominating your dragon self at a later date,” Rarity admitted “Bending those powerful claws and luscious scales to my whim… the thought alone is intoxicating.”

Spike felt another huge blush on his face. He had slowly gotten used to seeing Rarity in this get up, but hearing her fantasizing about him was so hot! “Erm… what is the other thing?”

“Oh! Right! We need a safe word, darling.”

“Yeah… erm… got any ideas?”

“I would suggest unicorn”

Spike raised his eyebrows. unicorn?”

“Yes! It’s short, easy to remember. And neither of us ever use it in casual conversation. Nor can I imagine us using it in here.”

“Yeah, sounds good to me…”

“Oh, and if you are ever incapable of speaking out loud. Just do this motion with both your hands,” Rarity added, extending both her pinkie fingers upwards.

Spike followed her and after a second he smiled. “I get it! Two unicorns.”

Rarity nodded and gave him a smile.

“So… what now?”

“Over there is a closet with some… attire for you,” Rarity explained and pointed towards a small door behind the shelves. “I want you to go in there, dress yourself and return. But when you return, you will no longer be my dearest Spikey-Wikey and I will no longer be your dear Rarity. You will be my hopeful squire, eager to please, but oh so young. And I will be your high and mighty queen and every word I speak is law.”

“Unless I say unicorn!” Spike added and Rarity nodded with a smile. “I think I get it. Okay, I’ll get going then!” He quickly got up and hurried to the small closet next to the one shelve with the dildos in it.
After a few moments his head poked out. “You know, mom would be in deep trouble if she dressed Equestrian squires like this!”

“It would give enemy armies a thing or two to think about…”Rarity mused as Spike’s head disappeared again.

When the door finally opened, Spike emerged dressed in nothing but a small, purple leather codpiece that was strapped to him with little more than two straps, one of which rode up his rear fiercely and stressed the form of his firm buttocks. The straps were held together by green, iron rings on his sides. Another pair of tight straps connected them to two central rings on his chest and back that were held in place by what came down to a leather harness around his shoulders and chest. The straps felt very strong and durable and had several hoops in them that were clearly made to bind and suspend. Worse of all, the codpiece had a velvet inlay and every move of his upper body made the smooth softness run over his sensitive shaft. Additionally, he had broad leather cuffs around his ankles and wrists, all sporting the same purple-green colour scheme, hoops, and velvet inlay.
Spike realized that everything he wore was hand-made and fit him to a T. Celestia knew how long Rarity had prepared to introduce him to her world.

A wolfish smirk spread over Rarity’s features as the youth approached, his lean muscles and growing shoulders accentuated and highlighted by the straps and buckles. Oh, he was just as she loved them: Lean and tight. Not beefy or scrawny or flabby, but perfect. Hopefully he would keep this figure for a while. Or did he choose it when he transformed? Oh, Rarity would love if he kept looking like this forever! “Very good, my squire…” she spoke with a saccharine voice as she grabbed her scepter. “Are you ready and willing to serve your queen?”

“Erm… yes?”

A loud clashing noise rang through the room as Rarity smashed the hilt of her scepter against the throne’s armrest. ”This is not how a squire addresses a queen!” She growled viciously. “You will address me as ‘Your Highness’ or ‘Milady’.”

Spike felt his whole body tensing up. He was already screwing up! “Forgive me, Milady!” He quickly begged “I did not know!”

“I shall forgive you this once, young squire… but do not strain my patience. Now come, hither!”

Spike followed the order slowly, worrying that he would mess up another rule he didn’t know yet. As he walked, Rarity began to explain. “When before or beside the throne, you are expected to kneel unless ordered otherwise. You are not to turn your back on me unless ordered otherwise. You shall only speak when asked unless it is praise to your queen. Should you transgress in any way, shape or form, your queen will punish you and you shall thank your queen for the privilege of being punished. Do you understand, squire?”

As he arrived before the throne, Spike instantly fell to his knees. “Yes, milady. I understand.”

“Very good, young squire,” She said with a smirk. “Remain within your queen’s good graces and she may reward your determination.”
Slowly, she shifted her weight on the throne and uncrossed her legs. She extended her left one and moved her foot over the kneeling Spike’s head to rest her ankle on his shoulder. Spike felt his shaft throb. He had a clear view of Rarity’s panties. The white fabric clung tightly to her maidenhood and not to imagine what might lie behind it.

“Your first lesson will be about how to kiss your queen!” Rarity explained with a small smirk, ignoring the flustered youth. “Unless asked, you are not to simply slobber your lips on the royal skin. A knight and gentleman is supposed to breathe a soft kiss upon the skin of his beloved by barely touching her.” She moved her leg a little, pushing the cut of her boot closer to Spike’s face. “Now show me if you understand.”

The strong smell of leather, sweat, and Rarity’s perfume assaulted Spike’s nostrils. It seemed to burn into something right behind his forehead, something untamed and wild. He wanted to assault and explore it, run his long, flexible tongue over the smooth, creamy calf and kiss and lick until his mind melted. But he restrained himself. He was Rarity’s squire and her orders were clear. So he simply leaned in as close as he could without making contact and breezed a kiss as soft as a butterfly’s wing on her skin.

“Very good, my squire, very good indeed!” Rarity cooed softly. “Now, come closer… I demand a kiss on every inch along the way…”

Spike didn’t answer but followed. Every kiss was both delight and torment. The warmth radiating off Rarity, the knowledge that the skin of his beloved was so close to his lips. He wanted to touch her so badly. Feel her! Instead of just paying lip service to her. But his queen had demanded and her squire would answer.

Rarity meanwhile was in heaven. Her Spike, her cute and adorable Spikey-Wikey was at her throne, kneeling before her as he fulfilled her every whim. That knowledge alone made the humble little kisses on her calf and thighs burn hotter with every moment. She swore she could see the lust burning behind the slits of his emerald eyes. How he forced himself just to serve her. Oh, it was delicious. A part of her wanted to drop it all, to just throw him onto the bed, rip the last border between them off and ravish him again and again until he was too spent to ever leave her kingdom, but she would control herself as well and enjoy every single moment of this night. A lady did not shove a whole Epoisses down her throat but revel in every single bite. And this was simply delicious!

Slowly, Spike closed in, every kiss making his body burn with desire. Reaching Rarity's inner thigh, he could see her treasure out of the corner of his eye. Did he only imagine that there was an additional smell in his nose that seemed to burn his reason away?

“Very good, young squire!” Rarity cooed finally and put a gloved hand on Spike’s head, making him stop. “You have proven your ability and your queen shall reward you…” She used her scepter to point at the ground beside her leg. “You may kneel beside me and rest your head upon your queen’s lap!”

“Thank you, Milady.” Spike managed to gasp as he pulled back. For a moment, he was about to get up, but luckily, he remembered never to stand before the throne. So he slowly made his way to Rarity’s side, his knees firmly on the floor.

“And yet again you pass a test, my squire…” Rarity praised with a big smile. “Your queen is exceptionally pleased with you!”

The youth felt a pang of pride in his chest. This was beginning to be amazing. He had expected to be hit or spanked or something but this was a lot of fun. Happily, he lowered his head until his chin rested upon her thigh, just in the small area between the boot and the corset. He allowed himself a content hum, basking in her closeness.

Rarity smiled, allowing Spike a bit of calmness before she began to run a gloved hand through his bushy, green hair. “Now, my squire, I want you to put one hand behind your back.”

Spike obeyed.

“Very well, my squire. For your reward, you queen will give you a very special chance. You may pay me three compliments… convince me of your devotion and love!” Rarity demanded.

Spike blinked a few times and focused, desperate to get the lustful haze out of his mind. This was a chance to impress Rarity and he was so curious what she might reward him with. He took a deep, calming breath, the scent of his love burning in his nostrils.
“Milady, you are the most beautiful creature I have ever laid eyes upon! You are gifted with the most amazing features, the deepest, bluest eyes, and the body of a goddess!”

Rarity was glad that Spike couldn’t see her face right now for her grin was far from ladylike. Oh her little charmer. Maybe he had actually glanced into one or two of the romance novels he pretended to despise. “As reward for your first compliment, my squire, you may use your free hand to explore your queen’s body.”

Spike’s eyes lit up with joy. This was so amazing! He was not just allowed to be close to his queen, he was also being rewarded for saying nice things. Good thing, he had actually read that one romance novel during re-shelving day. Eagerly, his hand rushed forward and aimed for Rarity’s leg. He ran it over the smooth leather of her boot, feeling how her body had warmed it and how tightly it hugged her shapely leg. It was incredible how sensual and intimate it felt to touch a simple boot. But for a squire such as him, this was an accomplishment to be treasured. He had earned the feeling of her calf twitching under his fingers, the wonderful buxomness of her thigh and softness of her skin. The awkwardness of his position kept him from simply groping her all over and he was eternally grateful for her foresight. Like this, he could familiarize himself with her body inch by inch and never worry that he was handling her wrong in any way. He could simply indulge himself, knowing that his queen had him exactly where she wanted him to be all of the time. All he had to do was follow her every order.
Rarity meanwhile kept running her hand through his hair. Though she could not show it, her little squire’s touch left hot streaks of joy on her body. She let him enjoy her form for little while, as she herself basked in his touch. Finally, she decided to test him yet again. While one of her hands remained on his head, the other wandered to the ring on his back and yanked it from side to side.
It moved the codpiece and it’s smooth, velvet inlay rubbed over Spike’s hardened tip. A bolt of pleasure shot through him, his eyes slammed shut and his knees smashed against each other as he barely managed to suppress a moan.

A very small feeling of disappointment showed itself in Rarity’s heart. Having him moan uncontrollably and go against her order to only make a sound when asked would have been too delicious. But there would be more chances…

“Pay me your next compliment!” Rarity demanded “And do not repeat yourself! Your queen expects her squire to love more than just her appearance.”

“Erm… Milady is the most creative and talented fashion designer in all of Equestria! Your dresses are worthy of Princess Celestia and the only one who might look more fetching in them is you, your highness,” Spike said quickly.

“Very nice, my squire… it seems you are as deft with your tongue as you are with your fingers…” Rarity added. To her delight, she saw Spike’s eyes light up happily. “Your reward is to stand by my side and remove your queen’s glove!”

The youth rose, wondering how getting a glove off was supposed to be a reward. But he trusted Rarity and so far, she had shown him that there was always more to things that he expected.

As he extended his hands, she shook her head. “No, my squire! You are to remove them with your teeth! I have only trained your mouth so far! Your queen does not trust your hands upon her royal fingers! Keep them behind your back!”

“Yes, your highness, your wish is my desire!” Spike answered with an eager nod. He put his hands behind his back and leaned forward, his eyes fixated on the beautiful, white gloves. They seemed incredibly tight and as he approached he contemplated how exactly he would get them off.

“And I expect you to place them upon my stand without laying a hand upon them! You can expect severe punishment if you drop them!”

“Of course, your highness!” Spike muttered and got to work on Rarity’s right arm. The glove fit, well, like a glove. He could get his teeth into the hem, but his canines were sharp and he didn’t want to scratch his queen. Finally, he decided to use his tongue. Carefully, the serpentine muscle slid between tight leather and soft skin and a whole slew of sensation assaulted Spike. The soft, smooth texture and slightly salty taste of Rarity’s skin contrasted with the velvet inlay of the glove burned on every square inch of his tongue. Slowly, he slipped the glove down her arm, a trail of saliva and heat following on Rarity’s skin. For a second, she thought about calling him out on using his draconic traits to cheat, but the way he pressed his eyes shut, obviously desperate to cope with the sensation was just too delicious.
Finally, the glove’s hem passed her wrist and Spike stood before a new dilemma. It just fit to well. He would have to loosen the fingers first. Again, he couldn’t just bite into the leather and hope to pull it off. A shudder went over him. He would have to put her whole finger into his mouth. Spike opened his lips and put them around her index finger. Suckling a little, he pulled back, feeling the leather against his lips. A shiver when down his back. He didn’t make too much progress, but for some reason, this felt nice. Spike had always enjoyed sucking lollipops or longer quartz crystals. In his dragon form, he still sucked his tail or claw in his sleep. Now, Rarity’s finger in his mouth… so warm and smooth and nice…

Suddenly the finger bent and pushed his tongue down.
“It seems my squire has a very naughty oral fixation!” Rarity laughed haughtily. Suddenly she began to move her hand, thrusting her finger in and out of Spike’s mouth. “Do you enjoy this, my squire? Do you enjoy your queen ravishing your mouth?”

Spike shivered and nodded. Her finger left tingles on the edge of his lips. He moaned into his full mouth, enjoying every bit of her.

With one swift motion, she pulled the finger out, a plopping sound filling the room. “You were not supposed to indulge your fellatious ways, squire! You have failed your queen and you shall be punished now!” Rarity said with a wicked grin and wide eyes. Oh, she had a nice punishment for him in mind. “Stand and turn away from the throne! And stand straight!”

He followed without a word, scared to make it worse for himself. Now he had done it! God… if rewards were tough work, what would real punishments look like? Spike fought the urge to turn as Rarity began moving around the room behind him, the fear of worsening whatever punishment she had planned keeping him staring ahead. After what seemed like an eternity, she returned to him..

“I hereby declare you to be the royal coat hanger!” She said loudly and grabbed the ring on his back to pull him beside the throne. “Put your hands behind your back!”

He obeyed and the manacles on his wrists met a pair of matching chains. Rarity fit them to the ring on his back, forcing him to keep his hand on his back awkwardly. She also fit his legs together, making it impossible to walk.

“As my royal coat hanger, you will hold my regal cape!” Rarity explained haughtily “If you fail to do so, I shall punish you further! Now stand perfectly still.” She then removed her cape and began to examine it, searching for a specific spot. Finally happy she shoved it into Spike’s mouth. Spike had no choice but to bite down, keeping the cape in place. The cape had taken on Rarity’s scent and taste and both began to soak into his senses. “And look what I found! My other scepter! Good that my new coat hanger has a useful umbrella stand…” With those words, she pulled his codpiece forward and plunged a small, oblong object into it. It was slightly cold, smooth and barely fit in with Spike’s already crazily throbbing member. Then she sat down next to him.

Spike stared ahead, his mind racing. “Why did Rarity look for a certain spot on her cape?” What was so special about - His eyes widened. Was he- was this the taste of Rarity’s most-
The hot feeling of Rarity’s bare hand tore him from his musing. His queen had just placed a hand on his butt and instantly began to roam and grope.

Rarity grinned wolfish as Spike trembled under her touch. Punishments were always so much fun and gave her a chance to cut loose. Now she could enjoy his tightly muscled ass all while he was bound, gagged and incapable of expressing his growing desire. Oh, she loved it so much. Turning raw desire against its owner. Taking that passion that burned inside of them and forcing them to be helpless and without power under her rule. Maybe at a later date she would chain him to a wall and stroke him until he was close and deny him again and again while drinking a glass of fine wine. Or better, make use of his inhuman tongue, bind his arms and legs together and demand he felate himself. Idea followed, idea and all from simply enjoying his exquisite rear.

Spike meanwhile was slowly getting used to the feeling of being handled like this. Sure, it was scary, but it was also incredibly exciting. He had always expected bondage to be boring since you were tied up and couldn’t do anything. But these rules, keeping him on his toes and being rewarded and punished was really fun. Every reward felt like an accomplishment and Spike loved being praised. Though if being touched like this WAS a punishment, he wouldn’t mind so-

HUMMMMMMM

Spike’s knees smashed together and his eyes slammed shut. Whatever Rarity had put in his codpiece had just begun to vibrate fiercely. He groaned loudly into the cape as waves of merciless pleasure assaulted his whole body. Almost did he drop the cape but he managed to hold it tightly. His whole body shook under the assault. It was even harder to stand with his legs shackled together and Rarity groping him relentlessly. He was helpless. Completely at her mercy and exposed. And it was so GOOD! It felt so right to be under her sway. To serve her every whim and reap rewards and reprimands for it. And even now, when he was shackled and only capable of serving as her prop and toy, he felt needed, held together and secure under her ire. No qualms about his nature, no worries about his self, he was her squire, he suffered for her and he loved it so much. Spike let out a long, muffled groan as a profound shot of ecstasy wrecked his posture and hardly allowed him to stand. He was approaching his limit now. Soon he would-
The vibrating stopped and Spike grunted. His breath came shallow and flat, the cloth in his mouth was soaked and his member was throbbing violently. His youthful body was covered in hot sweat as he tried to remain standing.

Rarity meanwhile got up from her throne and walked in front of him. She held her scepter firmly in hand and Spike’s lust-addled mind noted a small button on it’s base. It’s a remote! Rarity grabbed the cloak and tugged on it, making Spike release it.
“Not even capable of holding a cloak without slobbering on it!” Rarity lamented haughtily “What good are you at all, squire? I have half a mind to shackle you to the walls of my handmaiden’s quarters, so they may use you at their leisure. What do you say, squire?”

“I- I only serve you, my most beautiful queen!” Spike gasped. His mind was too deep in the throes of lust to tell Rarity that she was really hamming it up right now.

“Strong words, little knight… very well, your queen will allow you another chance to prove your devotion. Follow me!” Rarity cackled and grabbed the ring on Spike’s chest.

She turned to walk, forcing Spike to hobble after her. Unceremoniously, she unshackled his arms and shoved him roughly onto the bed. Spike rested for a moment on the soft sheets and took a breath. Outside this room, his Rarity was always generous and kind, always willing to take a deep breath and help, even when her friends obviously annoyed her. In here, she was all the spoiled queen of drama that sometimes surfaced. Was this how she kept it in check? By living out her darkest desires and needs in this palace of sin? It felt so strange and so alluring. He had never considered what people meant when they said “whips and chains”. What was the fun in hurting each other? And here he was, loving every little praise and humiliation. This was about devotion and trust.
As he mused, Rarity discarded the cape and fetched another item from the shelf. Her heart was pounding against her chest. This was even better than she had imagined. Spike was simply a delightful squire. She had spent night after night trying to decide if and when to approach him. She even prepared an entire freezer full of ice cream for herself, in case he denied her and she needed the comfort of her beloved vanilla-strawberry mix. “As a squire, you are not yet worthy to fight with a man’s weapon!” She said as she returned to the bed.

Spike bit his lip. Where was this going?

“Therefore you will be given a sword for training!” Rarity explained further and raised a small, black strap on. “Perform well with this weapon and your queen might even reward you, squire. But disappoint and she shall show you how it is wielded.”

“Yes, my most luxurious queen. I will not disappoint you. I swear it by my honour!” Spike answered quickly. He raised his hips, offering her a chance to put the strap-on onto him.

The spoiled queen smirked. Though she managed to hide it from Spike, she was soaked and needed him NOW. But getting him off was not enough! No, he would have to wait just a bit longer. Just long enough for her to regain composure and decide how and when he would cum. He was her squire and she would decide his joy! She quickly fit the belt of the strap-on around his belly and fastened two more hoops around his legs, though not without running her bare hand over his tight abs. Finally, she got onto the bed on her knees and approached him. Spike swallowed, even on her knees, Rarity radiated an aura of dominance. She was a lady through and through.
His new, rubber phallus was slightly smaller than he was and placed firmly above his real one. Rarity had strapped in on tightly and was now kneeling above it, letting it rub against the panties. Spike bit his lip. Oh how he wished it was his real one.
“Stop guffawing, squire!” Rarity demanded.“I freed your hands for a reason. You may use them. Only a brute draws nothing but his sword!”

“Forgive me, mi-“

“I am not here to listen to your excuses!”

“But may I even touch milady?” Spike shot out quickly. “Milady has not allowed me to touch her with my lips or hands!”

Crap, she had gotten ahead of herself and Spike was keeping in character. She loved him for his devotion but right now, she just wanted him! “Your queen is proud of your devotion to her rules. You have completed this test and she allows you to lay your eyes and hands upon her.” Rarity decreed and decided to go for the kill. She reached behind her back and quickly unzipped her corset. As it fell off, she could see Spike’s slitted eyes widen and twinkle with amazement. Her trim, firm belly with its adorable button was visible for him to enjoy while her bountiful breasts were free of their captors and spilled free in a wonderful wave of flesh.

“My queen is the most beautiful creature on this planet…”

“And she. is. waiting!”

Spike just nodded. He decided to take it slowly for fear of angering Rarity further and began to run his hand over her side. He felt her hot, soft flesh, the natural curve of her waist and the places where the corset had left markings in her skin. He slowly explored further, over her belly with its trim muscles and that wonderful, thin layer of fat that made it look so delicious. Finally, he dared to touch her magnificent breasts. They were just slightly too big to fit one in each palm comfortably and so incredibly soft. Her small nipples were standing hard and happy and just the feeling made Spike shiver with joy. He didn’t know why he, a dragon, was even into them, but being allowed to see and feel Rarity’s breasts was amazing. He leaned up and gently placed a kiss on her left breast. Then another one. Oh, this was just too wonderful. Slowly, he let his tongue circle the areola, lapping up her sweet taste. He nibbled on the hard flesh of the nipple, his eyes closed in complete bliss. Mammals had it so good!

Rarity suppressed a giggle. This was just too adorable. And feeling Spike caress her chest did feel very good too. She held him close with one hand while running the other through his hair. He hardly seemed to notice, so enthralled was her little knight with her chest. Again, her mind flooded with ideas of future rewards and punishments, of how to incorporate his greedy lips and what he would shove between them for his pleasure and dismay. Oh, little squire, how you would love what she had in mind for you!

“Good, my squire…” Rarity cooed as Spike began to gently suckle her breast. “But now attend to your queen’s treasure.”

“As you wish…” Spike mumbled, the haze of lust returning to his voice. He felt like he was slowly drowning in that feeling and it was wonderful. Rarity pulled her thong aside, revealing a patch of purple, curly hair and the most beautiful pussy Spike had ever seen. It was dripping in arousal. Eagerly, he lined his rubber phallus up. He didn’t care that it was not his, he just wanted to do something to make her feel good. He wanted to repay her for all the joy she was giving him. Rarity allowed him to slowly lower her onto it, gasping as it parted her burning lips and entered her. Spike bit his lip. This was so strange! He could not feel her, but he kinda could. He felt how her pussy resisted as it was being entered, how slippery it must be, how its heat radiated against him. His imagination did all the rest.
Rarity grinned at him and began to bounce, riding him wildly. This was so wonderful! She could show him exactly what she would expect in the future, how she wanted him to enter her, how fast and deep, all while giving her the power of denying him. And now, seeing Spike envious of a little piece of rubber on his lower belly, probably deeply annoyed that it was not his real dick inside of her. It pleased the twisted queen so much. Spike had been right. Sadism was not about hitting people. It was about power. Whips were the tools of the blunt and the uncreative. A sadist like herself only needed the string of power and one crack of it could sting harder than any belt of leather. Rarity was getting drunk on her power over him as well as the feeling of her treasure being ravished.
In a fit of passion, she shoved his head away and looked deeply into his eyes, her hands holding him steady, just far enough away to deny him access, to force him to just watch her enjoy herself. She locked eyes with him and his confusion and worry tasted sweet. The silent question if he had displeased her, the fear of punishment, the complete lack of rapture while she was impaling herself again and again. It was the oxygen to the fire inside of her. The stuff that made her flame burn a hot white! Rarity moaned loudly and sped up her bouncing. Her whole body began to tremble as another wave of rapture shot through her. She threw her head back for a moment as an especially hot pulse went through her, but she did all she could to keep looking into those wonderful emerald eyes that had to watch her, that did not understand that their confusion brought her so much joy. Her moans became more coarse as her orgasm approached, the voice she only let out when pure wanton greed fueled her appearing, the voice of the spoiled queen. Spike shivered at this spectacle and the hint of fear in his eyes sent her over the edge. Rarity came hard, the fire from her loins spilling over and her entire body on fire. She kept riding her climax until she was spent, gasping heavily and quickly. Spike felt hot fluids drip onto his belly. And yet, for as strange as it was, seeing Rarity like this was the most beautiful view in the world.

Rarity finally caught herself and stared at him with a grin. Her hair had gotten messy and she was covered in hot sweat. The fire was slowly dimming and it was time to reward her squire. She had ideas.
“Your queen… ah… is pleased with you, squire!” She grunted, all pretense of being a lady gone. Her eyes were wide and and her smile seemed more dangerous that Spike’s fangs ever could. She shoved him backwards, Spike not resisting her might. Rarity got up, the phallus slipping out of her with a plop and sat down next to Spike. With a few quick movements, she removed the object from his belly.
“It is time for your reward!” She announced and pulled his codpiece aside, revealing his heavily throbbing dick. Suddenly she pulled him closer and rested his back on her standing knee. “But you have to clean your weapon, squire! One cannot let a sword like this rust!” Without further ado, she shoved the rubber dildo into his mouth. His eyes went wide as the taste of her most private juices assaulted his tongue. She tasted so rich and musky. So enticing and exotic. Spike began licking and sucking the phallus eagerly, his mind full of joy over finally tasting Rarity on his lips. “Clean it while I reward you! Don’t you dare drop it!”

Her hand went to his dick and began stroking hard. She did not waste time on being gentle. She just jerked him off hard, feeling him buckle while moaning into the phallus. His eyes were shut firmly and his hands were groping the sheets desperately, all that pent titillation and enticement suddenly coming to a full. He shook and trembled in pleasure and Rarity loved seeing him as helpless as he was. It didn’t take long for Spike to reach his limit and release his pent up seed. Without stopping to stroke him, Rarity aimed and let the ropes of white, hot seed drip onto Spike’s chest and face. Even she was surprised how far the thick spunk went. It took him five shots before she felt his shaft soften and his body relaxing. His legs twitched a few more times and then he was spent, resting against her leg in desperate bliss.
Rarity pulled the dildo out of his mouth and pulled him close, holding the trembling youth against her chest.

“Unicorn…” she whispered into his ear.

Spike nodded and embraced her back.

“You were amazing, Spike.” she muttered before kissing his cheek.

“That… was amazing.” Spike answered, still trying to catch his breath.

Rarity’s eyes lit up. “You liked it?” she asked happily.

“Yeah! It was weird… but really good weird.”

“I am so glad!” Rarity laughed and began to kiss his cheek again and again.

“Really cheesy at some points but good.” Spike snickered and returned her hug, enjoying the feeling of her body so close to his.

“Oh darling, allow this girl her drama,” she giggled back.

“Erm… Rarity… will it always be like this?” He asked after a few moments of Rarity peppering his face with kisses.

“What do you mean?”

“Like… will we always have sex like this?”

“No, Spike,” Rarity replied gently, her hand rubbing over his cheek. “I need this here, but in measured doses. And never when you are not in the mood. We will make love normally. Without shackles, ropes, a queen or a squire. But there are times when I will need you to sate my darkest desire.”

Spike nodded and slowly leaned closer to kiss her on the lips. For the first time. “Our darkest desire…” he added.

Rarity suddenly sniffed and a tear rolled down her cheek. “You have no idea how much that means to me,” She mumbled before throwing her arms around him and holding him close.

Spike’s eyes went wide and suddenly he understood. This was no longer the spoiled queen. She had been sated and retreated into the depths of Rarity’s soul. This was his Rarity. The generous seamstress that lived to make the world a more fabulous place. And he loved them both.

“Let’s undress and go upstairs…” She muttered after a short while of holding each other. “If it's fine with you, I would like you to stay over tonight.”

“Can’t we sleep down here?” Spike asked, slightly confused by her hurry.

“No. I never sleep down here. It’s only for sessions,” Rarity answered very quickly.

Spike nodded. He could understand that. It was an amazing room for bondage but it was not what you wanted to wake up in.
So they undressed, grabbed their clothes, climbed the stairs and laid down in each other’s arms, glad that each of them found a soul that fit their own so perfectly.

Purging the Kingdom

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

Cleansing the Beast (Dracophilia)

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.
Enjoy and comment

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.