Bumbling through my Education

Bumbling through my Education

To Love a Prince

Bonus Scene

A lady does certain things, acts certain ways, and certainly never uses profane imagery to describe one’s desire or loved ones. At least that was something Rarity strongly believed until two hours ago. She lay next to the one she finally claimed. The irony wasn’t lost on her. Years of his chasing after her, of his being so attentive, and then an adoption later and he had become the very thing she had craved.

It wasn’t that she never believed he wasn’t good enough. He had proven that time and time again. He was understanding, sweet, kind, more than willing to lend a claw, and as he got older his body and muscles became more defined, well, it certainly aided in helping other mares see him as suitable suitor material. But he was her little Spikey Boo. He was the little drake that followed her like a lost puppy out to dig for gems.

The day those trips began to slow was the same day she began to take notice of him for the first time in a very long time. He was no longer the smallish drake that fumbled about, but rather he was quite dashing. He wore his simple jeans and t-shirt, though she would have preferred someone of his new class to at least wear a suit or tuxedo, with confidence. He… He was a somepon… no, somedragon that any mare would be lucky to have. She snuggled against his side, glad that he accepted her, forgave her, and currently rutted her like there was no tomorrow. She couldn’t deny him, not after how she had treated him.

Although her poor dock and tailhole would be sore for days. Not to mention he seemed quite insistent on pulling her tail, and while it was fun, it took hours to get her tail to look just right. Two hundred brush strokes in order to get out the tangles, and then there was the styling that followed. Still, it was worth it.

She looked at the walls of the castle, specifically at his room, and she smiled. There was still pictures of those delightful heroines they got to become when they were sucked into that comic universe, but his tastes had changed. There was paintings that looked as if done by local artisans, framed quotes from famous authors, and even a framed poem from Maud Pie.

She sighed at the memory of that mare. She loved Pinkie, dearly, and she enjoyed being around Maud, but that mare was so difficult to read. She felt a claw run down her back, stopping at her rump, and cupping it. She let out a soft moan as her sapphire eyes looked into his emerald ones.

“Rarity,” he began before she shushed him with a kiss.

She broke away and smiled softly, “I know, and I love you as well. I’m sorry, truly sorry for not realizing sooner.”

He grinned, “Yeah, but I’d say we made up for lost time last night.”

She tittered, “Quite.”

Her mind thought of what had happened. There had been little floor play. The two of them had ended up in the bed together, her dress was removed from her magic, his clothes practically torn off by his claws. He kissed her, worshiping every inch of her body until that marvelous tongue found the entrance to her marehood. No other tongue in all of Equestria would ever match her Spikey Wikey’s tongue.

She had felt it slip inside of her, up until it practically slipped into her womb, and she had let out a very unlady like moan. The first of many that was to escape her to be perfectly honest. She remembered how he lapped at her, his tongue snaking in and out of her, and then how he leaned back to reveal his pride.

The end was sharp, not unlike a blade, but soft to the touch. It was slender for a bit, but then it widened toward the end, and there, there toward the base was a rather large knot. She was not going to deny him. Not after finally catching him. No, she wanted him, to claim him, to make him her stallion, her dragon, her lover, and her husband. Her lips touched the tip, her tongue slicked out licking the pink flesh. Feeling the softness of it, tasting the saltiness, and desperate to feel and taste more. She opened her mouth, taking him in as far as she could get him in without reaching the back of her throat.

She knew of her other suitors, but he never knew how far they had gotten. It was simply something a lady never discussed. What she planned on giving him tonight was something that would be his, and his only. She couldn’t give him her virginity, that unfortunately went to a rather gilded weed. A noble in Canterlot, one that she thought she liked, but he was brash, rude, and nothing like she had hoped. In the end, he was nothing more than a schoolyard bully given too much power, and not enough discipline.

It had been a mistake, one she regretted, but the one thing she never gave any suitor was her tailhole. That was something she believed she would never share, at least until tonight. Spike would get to be the first, and only, to enter there. So, she took time with his wonderful pride, ensuring that it was good and wet, and then she turned around. She felt it poking against her, pushing into her tailhole, and she let out a soft coo.

“Please, be gentle, but it is yours.”

She felt him thrust into her, but it was gentle. When she whimpered he stopped, and it continued slowly until he was buried inside of her, all but the knot. She felt him pull out, and then start again. Each time he gained a little more speed, a little harder thrust, and as it continued she moaned deeply. She felt his claws on her hips, pulling her hard against him. It was strange, but she had believed that her tailhole would have gotten used to his size at this point. She let out a soft moan.

“M...My Spikey Wikey want his Rarity?”

“Spike Want.”

The deepness of the voice caught her attention and she looked over her shoulder to see Spike had grown. His emerald eyes glowed a soft green reminding her of when his greed overtook him.

“S...Spike! Please… Don’t…”

She felt him kiss her. It was gentle, but hungry, and she realized this wasn’t greed. Not exactly. This was years of his pent up sexual frustration. She breathed out, “Just be careful and please don’t destroy me.”

With that she felt her face forced to the mattress, her rump raised higher, and then his thrust began to double in frequency and intensity. She moaned as she felt him bury himself almost to the knot, pull out and then do so again.

“Ngh! Ugh! S...Spike!!!!” she cried as she felt her first orgasm overtake her.

She’d never tried this before, never imagined that it would be something she liked, but she was wrong. She loved it. She loved having him fill her tailhole, to feel him so completely in there. She grunted as he rutted her. She felt him slam hard into her again, this time burying himself completely in her, his knot going inside, and she felt the massive spurts of his own orgasm.

She lay there, her belly full of the massive amount of his love he had pumped into her. She felt how swollen it was, and then she felt him pull out. He hugged her close, and she couldn’t help but laugh at exactly what she had denied herself for so long.

Her mind drifted from the memories of the previous night to see Spike getting up.

“Want some breakfast?”

She nodded, and watched as he headed toward the shower. She waited until she heard him leave the bath before she went into it herself. She felt the way her poor tailhole hurt, but it would be fine. It wasn’t a terrible pain, but rather one that reminded her that last night she had truly given herself to him. She finished her shower, her primping and preening, found a robe, and walked out into the hall. She saw the table, sitting there, in the middle like it always had, and she noticed Twilight, Rainbow Dash, and Big Mac also gathered around. The wonderful smell of Spike’s cooking filled the air, and she waited for him to bring over the treats he had crafted.

She watched as he finally headed that way, a plate of turnovers in his claw, which he sat down, and of course warned that they would be hot. She lifted one up, unable to truly sit still because of what had happened last night, and took a bite into the turnover.

She gave him a rather baleful look as she swallowed the fudge turnover.

“Mmmm, Spike this is really good!” Twilight commented as she ate.

“I know, I just felt it was the right thing to fix this morning,”he replied with a wink toward Rarity.

“Rares, is something wrong with your flank?” Rainbow asked.

“Nothing, it’s fine.” she replied.

“Yeah no… you’re acting like I did when Big Mac shoved it up my…. Oh Celestia…”

Rainbow put the fudge turnover down, “Seriously Spike? That’s so wrong.”

“What?” Twilight asked

Big Mac looked at her, “Remember a couple days ago?”

Twilight nodded, “Yeah?”

“Remember how ya couldn’t sit right after fer a while?”

“Sure but that was after you talked me into…. SPIKE!”