What Just Happened?

by Jade Ring

Rating: mature
Tags: Rarity, Romance, Porn, Sex, Profanity, Narcotics, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Spike, Comedy
Length: 2838

Spike finds Rarity's old stash. Curiousity leads to actions. Things happen. Several things happen. Twice.

While helping out at Carousel Boutique, Spike stumbles on Rarity's old stash. Being the intelligent and inquisitive young dragon that he is, he asks what the herbs are all about.

What kind of pony would Rarity be if she stifled Spike's intellectual development?

Parchment is rolled, flames are sparked... and one thing leads to another.

And then it happens again.

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Rated M for Strong Sexual Content and Drug Use

Disclaimer: Jade Ring has personally never used marijuana and wishes to make it clear that this story was inspired wholly and completely by the cover art (found in a random Facebook group.)

This story was originally penned almost entirely in October 2016. I stumbled across it, and I decided that it made me laugh enough to give it a polish and finally allow it to see the light of day. Please enjoy.

Published 2019-10-03 07:20:01 UTC
Last updated 2019-10-03 07:20:01 UTC

What Just Happened?

Spike fell back against the polished floor of Carousel Boutique, his scales soaked with sweat and his eyes wide and tinged with red. “Well. That just happened.”

Rarity giggled as she lay down beside him, her mane disheveled (not that she cared at the moment.) Like Spike, she had also become quite sweaty during their previous activities. “Yes. It most certainly did.” She brushed a bit of mane from her eyes and sighed as she basked in the afterglow. “I must say that I’m sorry it didn’t happen much sooner.”

Spike took several deep breaths to steady his heartbeat and raised the wrapped bit of parchment to his lips. He took another long drag and, just as Rarity had taught him, held in the smoke for only a few moments before exhaling it in a white cloud. “What did you say this stuff was called again?”

Rarity looked over at him as she wracked her brain for the answer. That was something she was supposed to know, wasn’t she? She and the herb had been dear friends in school but had drifted apart as she got older. When Spike had found her old stash at the bottom of a long neglected trunk while helping her clean, her fondness for the herb had come rushing back. The taste, the smell, the wonderful high of it all… Her mouth had practically watered as she examined the small box that held the carefully packaged leaves. Spike had been curious, and who was she to stifle his intellectual development? After making him swear to never discuss this with Twilight, she had taught him the proper way to prepare the herb and roll it in parchment. She’d shown him how long was necessary to hold in the hot smoke before exhaling. When the first pleasant buzz had settled in, they’d had a lengthy discussion about all sorts of topics, from the relationships between the ponies of Ponyville to international politics. Before long, Spike was pouring his heart out to her. His exultations of a years-long attraction sounded like the sweetest poetry to her ears. She’d kissed him then… and one thing had led to another. She was just reflecting on the fact that she might be the first unicorn to claim the virginity of a dragon when…

“Rarity?”

“Yes?” She looked over at him. He was now sitting up and looking at her with drooping eyelids.

“I asked you what the herb was called and then you zoned out. You’ve been staring at me for, like, fifteen minutes.”

She blinked slowly. “Spike… I do believe I’m high.”

Spike, who had zero experience in this field before today, nodded sagely. He offered the parchment. “Want some more?”

“Very much so.” She took the parchment in her magic and floated it into her waiting mouth. As the dragon watched in awe, she took a far deeper hit than he had and held it in for longer as well. She finally exhaled the smoke, not through her mouth, but through her nostrils. She caught Spike staring and smiled, two wispy chains of white still steaming from her muzzle. “What?”

Spike swallowed hard. “That was the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.”

Rarity giggled as the last of the smoke dissipated. “Well, would you look at that; I appear to have a little dragon in me.”

“Not right now you don’t.” Spike watched as she took a much smaller hit and floated the wrap back to him. He caught it and grinned at her. “But keep that up, and you just might.” He took a hit and lay back on the floor, the wrap tucked in the corner of his mouth and his arms folded behind his head. “…I’m talking about my penis.”

“Oh, darling!” Rarity burst out laughing. “You have such a way with words, you absolute charmer you.” She sighed as she rolled onto her side. “I would trade my very Element of Harmony for a large order of hayfries right now.”

“You don’t have the Elements anymore.” Spike helpfully reminded her.

“Fuck.” She put a hoof to her mouth in shock but could not stifle the new onslaught of giggles. “My apologies Spike. Such language is unbecoming of a lady.”

Spike shrugged his shoulders. “That’s alright. I hear worse from Twilight when she can’t find the right book. Or when Shining Armor neglects to tell her about some new family development.” He paused briefly. “I… kinda like it when mares curse.”

“Is that so?” Rarity smirked as her magic plucked the wrap from his lips and floated it back into her mouth. “I suppose there are quite a few things I don’t know about you.”

“Ask away.” Spike scratched his scales absent-mindedly. “I’m an open book.”

Rarity rolled back onto her stomach and took a moderate hit. She closed her eyes as she breathed out the smoke. “Favorite color?”

“Purple. Duh.” He chuckled.

“Favorite animal?”

“Pygmy marmoset.”

Rarity raised an eyebrow. “Preferred pet of choice?”

“A pet purple pygmy marmoset.”

The unicorn and dragon shared a laugh before lapsing into a comfortable silence. They passed the parchment back and forth several times, filling the air above them with white smoke and the room with the unmistakable scent of the herb.

Rarity’s mind drifted back to their earlier frenzied frolicking. A distinctive heat began to grow between her legs and she smirked over at the dragon, now snoring very lightly. “Spike?”

“Yeah?” He sputtered back to full consciousness. “What’s up?”

“Mind a few more questions?”

“Shoot.”

“What’s your favorite part of a mare?”

Spike sat up as he thought about it. His claws brought the nearly used up parchment to his lips and he took a small hit. “The eyes. There’s just so big and bright…”

Rarity rolled her own ocular organs and tried again. “What is the thing you’d most like a mare to do for you?”

“Man, I’d love for somepony to take over doing my chores in the castle for a day.”

The arousal now growing in Rarity’s core made her drop all pretenses. “Would you be willing to go get me some hayfries in exchange for a blowjob?”

Spike took another hit and smirked back at her. “Only if you look up at me with those big, beautiful eyes while you do it.”

Rarity’s magic grabbed the dragon and rotated him until his crotch was in her face. She was more than a little pleased to see that just her tone and choice of words had already started the blood flowing to what was quickly becoming her favorite part of Spike’s anatomy. Spike’s height belied the size of his organ. His rod was shorter than the average stallion’s but considerably girthier. She nuzzled it as it throbbed and grew. “You know, I was a little worried that it wouldn’t fit.”

Spike again tucked the wrap into the corner of his mouth. It made him feel cooler for some reason. So did the mare at eye level with his junk for that matter. “Why?”

“Because I was sure that you would have two.”

Spike’s eyes shot open and he groaned in low-key anger. “I’m not a snake!”

“Aw, don’t be like that, darling.” Rarity dragged her tongue along the underside of Spike’s pride and felt him shudder. “Besides, would two really be so bad?”

Spike looked down at her, an eyebrow raised. “Why? Would you be happier with two?”

“I’m more than satisfied with this one.” She licked her lips, savoring the foreign taste of him mixed with her own familiar flavor, and found herself wanting more. “Let me show you.”

And she proceeded to swallow Spike whole.

Spike’s eyes rolled into the back of his head as the soft, wet mouth of the unicorn he’d loved for years enveloped the entirety of his length. She swirled her tongue around the tip, lapping away the drops of precum as fast as they were able to emerge from him. Slowly, she pulled back, letting her lips drag along the smooth flesh, and then just as slowly made her way back down. She repeated the process, starting a steady rhythm from base to tip. While Rarity was a lady through and through in most things, she was also well versed in the carnal arts. Such things came in handy when entertaining those lucky few that she invited into her bed. One of those skills she was most proud of was her ability to prolong the duration of her oral ministrations for far longer than the average mare.

In layman’s terms, Rarity knew how to suck a dick. And suck a dick well, at that.

Spike groaned as his claws made their way into the mare’s lush mane, tangling themselves in her locks and letting them ride along as she bobbed along his length. Rarity’s tongue was in constant, yet languid, motion around him. She swirled it around, giving to a thorough cleaning from their previous activities. True to her word, she gazed up at him almost the entire time, her eyes lidded with want and mirth. As often happened in situations such as these, her hoof found its way down between her own legs, and soon her pleasured moans were adding a delightful vibration to her actions on Spike’s cock.

Without warning, she pulled away with an audible POP and snatched the parchment from Spike’s mouth and brought it to her own. She smirked wickedly at him and winked. “Don’t blink.” She inhaled, the cherry blazing red as she pulled down the fumes. Her eyes shut tight with the effort, then her magic pulled the wrap free from her lips and returned it to Spike’s gaping mouth.

His tongue darted out to taste her saliva… and then he nearly swallowed the thing when Rarity took his entire length down her throat in one single motion.

She didn’t move.

He didn’t move.

Rarity swallowed hard, and Spike gasped again. He fought against the urge to throw his head back and watched as Rarity’s big, beautiful blue eyes opened and looked up at him from where his penis was supposed to be. Twin streams of smoke blasted from her nostrils as she let go of her breath and Spike nearly cried out as the warmth sound his pride doubled in intensity. It was only through sheer force of will that he didn’t cum right then and there. He gaped at Rarity as she finally pulled off of his length with nary a gag. She took a single breath to compose herself, kissed his tip one last time, and then settled back on her haunches, looking to the entire world like the cat that had swallowed the canary.

Or the dragon, as was the case here.

“That… that was the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.” Spike mumbled, taking the tiniest drag as he willed his composure back into existence.

“That?” Rarity giggled. “That was nothing, darling. Just a little trick I picked up in my university days. As my old roommate once said, ‘there’s no door than remains closed to a mare without a gag reflex.’”

Spike pulled the wrap away and noted how small it had become. “Guess I owe you some hayfries.” He offered it to her. “Want the last hit while I go get them?”

Rarity shook her head as she moved at last, stepping forward slowly until she stood over the dragon’s prone form. “It’s your first time, darling. My manners dictate that you be the one to take the last.”

He smiled up at her as he brought the wrap to his lips for the final time. He inhaled, and they both watched as the cherry flared and died in a puff of smoke. The dragon stubbed it out like Rarity had taught him and tossed the useless parchment aside. He waved his hand in a ‘come closer’ motion.

Rarity obliged… and squeaked in surprise when the claw grabbed the back of her head and drew her down into a heated kiss. She reflexively inhaled and moaned as she tasted both Spike’s tongue and the smoke that he breathed out into her mouth. They made out like that for a while, swapping smoke and spit in equal measure. Rarity finally managed to pull herself away and stared at him, panting. “That… that was smooth.”

Spike smirked as he put his claws behind his head. “Yup. Now, about those hayfries…”

“Oh, fuck the hayfries.” She groaned as she claimed his lips once again, this time lowering her body onto his. Her actions were rewarded when Spike’s arms reached around her barrel, scratching her fur in a deliciously sensual way. She ground against him, feeling his still hard cock sandwiched between them. Her tail flagged wantonly, fanning the heat between her thighs. She pulled away, peppering his purple face with kisses. “How do you want me?” She whispered, nibbling his ear.

“Just like this.” He nipped at her throat. “Because I can’t really feel my legs right now.”

They giggled like children as Rarity slid herself up ever-so-slightly until she could feel his length pressed against her. The giggles faded into moans as she slid backwards, graciously accepting him into her once again. She didn’t stop at all, instead beginning immediately to ride him in earnest, her pace as slow and steady and purposeful as her blowjob had been. “Is that good?”

“Yeah.” He panted. “This is less awkward than last time.” He gasped as she took another inch of him.

“I wouldn’t worry about that, darling.” She rolled her hips this time when he filled her and practically growled from the sensation. “You’ll get taller. Then you’ll be able to give it to me properly. But until then…” She pushed up and sat fully upon him, taking his whole length for the first time. “Until then, I’m more than pleased to take the reins.”

Spike’s claws found her hips, encouraging her to spin as she had before. “So this is going happen again?”

She obliged his wish with a wink, spinning in place and moaning throatily at the feel of him inside her. “Oh, my dear Spikey-Wikey…” She clenched her pussy around him and smiled when he cried out. “I’m terribly afraid that this part of you belongs to me now.”

No more words were spoken as they moved together. Neither kept track of how long they were at it. Minutes? Hours? Days? Well, probably not days, but who could tell? Their speed ranged from slow and soft to quick and hard. When Rarity’s hips at last began to tire, Spike’s legs miraculously awoke and he began to thrust up into her, not breaking their rhythm, even for and instant. Rarity came, biting her lip to keep her rising moans as restrained as she could. She didn’t want to alert the entire village to what was happening on her boutique floor, did she? But already she could feel another building…

“R-Rarity!” Spike tensed beneath her, and for the second time that day she felt that wonderful pulsing heat as he emptied himself inside her. She found new strength and increased her pace just one more time, racing his orgasm until she felt her own burst of fireworks. She arched and cried softly to the ceiling and thanked Celestia for the herb, the wonderful, wonderful herb that had allowed this to happen. That had allowed them to find one another at long last…

She collapsed onto him, and the two lay there panting in tune with one another. His arms were too short to reach all the way around her, but he held onto what part of her barrel he could and held her. Their pulses slowly returned to normal. Sweat cooled fur and scale alike. They lay together, too spent to move.

“Well.” Spike chuckled. “That just happened. Again.”

Rarity giggled as she lazily nuzzled his cheek. “I would say I love you, but I’m afraid it might be the herb talking. I’ll say it when I sober up.”

“Well, I’ll say it now. I love you, Rarity.” He kissed her lightly. “So… is there anymore?”

Rarity laughed airily. “You dragons. You’re insatiable.”

He winked at her. “You know it.”

She sighed sadly as she rubbed against him. “I’m afraid that was the last of it. I wouldn’t even know where to begin looking for clover in Ponyville…”

The door burst open and Sweetie Belle ran in, having smelled the familiar aroma of the herb from outside and racing inside in a blind panic. “Rarity, I don’t know where you found my stash but I can explain and OH LUNA WHY IS SPIKE INSIDE YOU?!”

Rarity pushed herself up slowly and brushed a stray lock of ragged purple from her reddened eyes. She smiled sweetly at her baby sister. “Good afternoon, Sweetie Belle. How nice of you to drop in. Now, about that stash you mentioned…” She glanced down at Spike with a smirk, who mirrored her gaze. She returned her attention to the still shocked filly.

“Where is it?”