Author's Note

Special thanks to everyone that read this!

Special thanks to Pia-sama for being awesome!

Special thanks to Semaj for proofreading and editing, so go and show him love damn it! You're amazing bro!

The characters are indeed anthro. The Coverart was the only one...close enough to the idea I had, so bear with me on this one, please? Also, this is a 'safe' version of a more shota-oriented fic I wrote a few months back along with this one. The other version shall be published elsewhere by Pia-sama once she is ready to post it.

With that said, enjoy.

The Evening

On a Calm Evening

It was a typical, uneventful Friday in Ponyville. All of the citizens were going through their daily activities or attending their jobs. Such a scenario could be seen inside the Carousel Boutique, Rarity’s home and dress shop. There was a sign hanging outside her front door averting any would-be customers, and anyone else really, the shop was closed for the day.

Inside, Rarity was busy drawing new models, or at least she would have been if it weren’t for her lack of inspiration. There were several torn and crumpled sheets of paper she made scattered all around the floor; putting disorder on her otherwise shining and clean house. Granted, she wasn’t the one who actually cleaned her ‘organized chaos’, nor was it Sweetie Belle’s doing, but rather the one responsible was her sole companion for the day: Spike, her drakefriend.

Spike had come earlier in the morning knowing she was going to be busy, so being the gentledragon that he is, he offered his assistance since Twilight and Starlight were studying.

While she worked, he had spent most of his time cleaning up her home and organizing her materials and occasionally bringing her a glass of water or juice for her to drink. Putting her pencil down for a moment, she stole a glance at the short dragon carrying two chests filled with gems to the other side of the room.

Rarity, accepting inspiration wasn’t going to hit her anytime soon, leaned back on her comfortable chair sighing in defeat.

“Nothing yet?” Spike asked with his usual child-like tone. While he put the chests on the floor.

“I’m afraid today is a rather unimaginative day for me, Spike.” Putting her red frame glasses on the table, Rarity got up and stretched her arms. She was wearing a white blouse, similar to the top section of a toga, that hugged her torso with a fit grip and gave a plentiful view of her cleavage. She was also wearing a mid-thigh length black skirt and black high heels showcasing her long, firm legs. Her waist was adorned by a purple belt with some diamond shaped blue gems and a golden heart in the center.

Rarity watched Spike dusting his claws off and smiled. He was wearing a simple purple shirt that was a size too big for him and a set of green shorts. He never wore any footwear or socks, since, being a dragon meant he had no need for it. In fact, she knew that he didn’t even had the need of clothes. But still he wore them because he liked to.

With another short sigh, Rarity made her way to Spike. She patted his head a couple of times. It always amazed her how his crest, so tough and firm looking, was quite flexible although a little rough to the touch, much like his scales were in general.

“Thank you for taking your time to come and help me, darling. I would’ve been absolutely lost without you.”

Spike looked up at her and smiled. “You know I love to help you whenever I can, Rarity!”

“I know that you do, dearest. Now, does my little drake want a dessert for his efforts?” Rarity teased smiling down to him. She had to restrain a giggle when she saw his cheeks turn red.

“I-I’m not that small,” he protested, taking a hold of her hand that was still resting on his head.

“Not from my point of view, darling.” Rarity stuck the tip of her tongue out. Spike’s blush intensified before Rarity picked him up with little effort passing her arms around his waist. Now pressed firmly against her chest, Rarity carried his grumpy self to the kitchen with her.

That was another thing that she found amazing about Spike: his weight. Even for his stature, which when standing up put him at eye-level with her breasts, he was lighter than one would believe at first glance. He wasn’t fat or ripped with muscles, but there was definitely something more than just meat under his scales. It was such a mystery to her that he weighed less than forty kilograms (which she in no way envied), but he was still able to complete tasks many stallions couldn’t.

“I grew two inches since last year,” Spike grumbled.

“I know, darling. I know.” Rarity finished with a giggle when she reached the kitchen. “Can’t I have a little fun?”

“Again with the little,” Spike droned. “Can you please put me down, Rarity? Or do you want to mock me some more?”

“Moi? Mock you? I wouldn’t have the tiniest of reasons to think that. Why, do you think I could be so small minded? I would never, ever diminute myself to such a miniscule scale.” Rarity said putting Spike down.

“Har har, very funny, Rarity.” Spike said taking a seat for himself and resting his elbows on the table.

Rarity giggled. “I’m ever so sorry, dearest. But is it really my fault that I find you absolutely adorable when you’re annoyed?”

“I’m not cute, Rarity. I’m handsome. But I guess you’re right. I can’t fault you for not being able to contain yourself when I’m near you, my lady.” Spike said while his lips curled into a tiny smirk.

Rarity’s cheeks turned slightly red for his comment. “W-well then. I think I have a few spare gems somewhere around here for you, darling.” She said pointing to the pantry den at her side.

“I’m not in the mood for a gem, Rarity.”

Rarity raised an eyebrow. “Who are you and what have you done to my drakefriend?”

“Shhh! Not so loud, Rari!” Spike turned to see if there was anyone near them; she could even see his tail standing up like an antenna. After a few seconds of inspection he turned to face his marefriend. “What if somepony were to hear you say that?”

“Hmmph, I don’t care what those neighsayers say or think.” Rarity then caught Spike with her magic and brought him up to her until his chin rested on her cleavage. She smiled down at him with blushing cheeks while his gave Big Mac’s fur a run for his bits.

“B-but what about when we were in Manehattan last week? Those ponies said--”

“Those ponies were mean and ignorant, sweetheart. They only judge what they see without being properly informed, that’s all.” Rarity’s blush intensified. “I love you, and no amount of bad talk or ill will is going to make me stop from doing just that, Dracone.” She said almost purring the last word causing the dragon currently sitting on her lap let out a guttural groan.

“I love it when you say my second name like that, Belle.” Spike replied in a similar manner before rubbing his face against the plentiful cleavage of his marefriend and taking in her unique, albeit slightly sweaty, scent. After a few moments he pulled back enough to look at her smiling face. “I love you too, Rarity.”

Before she could reply, Spike stretched out to press his lips against hers. Rarity moaned and half-closed her eyes when Spike’s invaded her mouth and found her own tongue. They kissed for several moments until Spike ended it.

“You’re sweeter than any gem, Rari.” His statement made the white unicorn kiss the tip of his short snout; their eye contact never breaking.

“And you’re a helpless flatterer.” She kissed his snout again.

“Well, that’s one of the reasons you love me. Besides, I have to keep my beautiful marefriend content.”

Rarity hugged him close burying half of his face in between her breasts. “Whatever happened to being discreet, mmhhh?”

“Mmf huuff domp hhar feff ahm mmmnt mfdddeff.”

“Come again?”

Spike pulled back and shifted a little to kiss her partially exposed neck causing Rarity to yelp in surprise. “I said that if you don’t care then I won’t either. Sorry for being such a buzz kill.” Spike kissed her neck again while also taking in her scent. “You smell so sweet, Rarity.”

“Mmmmf, you know I don’t like you doing that when I’m dirty, Spike.” Rarity said, but didn’t do much to pull him away or stop him.

Spike chuckled before he shifted again, this time able to take Rarity by surprise and assault her mouth once more. With their lips mashed together in a tight lock, his tongue didn’t only invade her mouth; it also wrapped itself around hers and the two wet, slippery appendages began to dance to a rhythm they had come to master over the course of a year.

Rarity moaned into his mouth while her hands took a hold of the base of his tail and the back of his head. She felt Spike’s hands were also busy holding her head still, allowing him to dominate their kiss however he pleased. The white unicorn gagged slightly feeling his tongue prod the entrance of her throat. Taking a moment to relax, Rarity let the slithering appendage of her drakefriend to travel down while it swirled and teased her. The combined attacks on her lips, tongue, and throat made her squirm a little in place; shuddering from the unique feeling of being kissed in a manner that was so unladylike; so scandalous. And she loved it.

They didn’t know how much time passed, but their kiss ended when their lungs started to demand air. Spike pulled back drawing his long ribbon like tongue back into his maw. He chuckled seeing the deep blush and dumb smile on Rarity’s face. He then leaned in to capture her lower lip in between his. He waited for a second, seeing his marefriend’s dazed state, before he began to pull and suck at it gently. It lasted for several seconds until he then moved to her upper lip to repeat his action.

All the while Rarity could only moan, quiver and hold onto him tightly.

“Geez Rarity, if you want to get me out of my shorts you just have to say so and I’ll do it myself.” Spike said in a teasing tone after he was done with the kiss.

“H-huh?” Rarity mumbled before looking down to see her now naked drakefriend. She then felt the familiar tingle of her horn shutting her magic canals. “Sorry?” She offered with an embarrassed smile.

Spike smirked. “Want to take this to your room or shall we ruin the kitchen?”

“My room.” Rarity fumbled with the grip she had on his tail feeling a heat ball form in her stomach while her heart raced faster by the moment. “I don’t think Sweetie Belle will believe the remodeling excuse again.”

Spike leaned to kiss her cheek before using his superior strength and agility to get up until he was standing up carrying Rarity bridal style. The couple giggled imagining how ridiculous it must look like for a four foot nine inches tall dragon to carry a five foot six inches tall mare from the outsider view. Using his tail, Spike caressed Rarity’s left cheek making her blush and nuzzle back against the spade shaped tip. She would occasionally kiss and lick it while it explored her face in a slow, almost ticklish way.

Before she knew it they were in her room. Spike then deposited onto her bed before he jumped right on top of her. They shared a lengthy amount of time staring at each other’s eyes with the tip of their snouts touching. Then, with only a growl from Spike, he claimed her mouth once more by plunging his tongue all the way down her throat.

Rarity moaned feeling the ribbon thin, yet incredibly strong, tongue of her dragon lover swirl and rub itself around her mouth and throat as if it had a mind of its own. She trembled in delight when she felt the hands of her lover travel behind her arched back to take off her belt. Tossing it aside, Spike dragged his claws over her skirt covered rump before he took it off with the aid of his tail; leaving to her the task to support his weight without breaking their sloppy, spit filled kiss.

Suddenly, he broke the union of their mouths only for him to look at her half-lidded eyes with a hungry look, and his slits now thinner with a feral hint in his emerald eyes. He opened his mouth revealing his sharp fangs. Rarity’s eyes went wide and her blood turned cold before Spike pressed his snout against her delicate exposed throat. A second later, he breathed out a warm puff of hot air through his nostrils sending shivers all over her body. She heard Spike growl again.

“Yiiaaaahh!” Rarity yelped, her eyes rolling back when she felt the fangs of her lover clamp around her throat and press down onto it. She turned rigid as a statue, knowing full well that if she moved abruptly, or that if Spike applied just a bit more pressure, then those deathly, spear sharp fangs of his would tear her fur and skin with ease.

Rarity felt Spike drag his tongue over her throat and her jugular savoring her; readying himself for the killing blow. One moment later Spike bit down.

Spike opened his maw the instant Rarity moaned and groaned, splurted gibberish as an orgasm rocked her world. He watched in silent admiration, a smirk adorning his face seeing his marefriend’s mouth wide open while she panted hard and fast. He had bit down with caution, still his fangs had pressed almost to the breaking point of her flesh. It had taken them several trial and error sessions to figure out how much he could give without actually harming her too much.

After a couple of minutes Rarity regained her breath while her right hand rubbed her neck. She could still feel the sting of Spike’s fangs on her flesh. Fangs that had drawn her blood several times before, while his claws had marked parts of her flesh below her fur.

“My...stars, Spike. That was….” Rarity began but was cut short by Spike shifting above her. Her vision was still partially blurry when she saw Spike now sitting on her stomach. She moaned feeling the underside of his tail rub her sensitive vulva along with her clit. Rarity gasped when Spike pulled away the obtrusive blouse that hid her twin chest mounds revealing she was braless. Her vision returned in full when Spike grabbed her tits and spread them apart before moving forward to rest his throbbing, hot phallus in the middle.

Rarity could only let out small moans when Spike squeezed her breasts together before he started to thrust his hips in slow but firm motions.

Spike panted with a closed eye. “Fuck, I love your breasts, Rarity! They’re so squishy and soft and big and -Nnnngg!- sooo gooood!” Spike told before increasing the speed and force of his thrusts.

Rarity watched Spike smile dumbly letting some of his tongue hang freely. She moaned taking a hold of his forearms when he started to gently squeeze and roll around her tits in tandem with his thrust, while also daring a pinch or nub over her purple erect nipples. All the while his tail teased and rubbed her causing her legs to close begging it to go faster despite her previous orgasm.

Her gaze shifted from his face to the triangular tip of his cockhead that poked out from between the tight squeeze the valley of her breasts provided. She could see drop after drop of his pre-cum stain her short fur with each thrust. Rarity closed her mouth and swallowed, her throat felt dry, her heart pounded with vigor, her stomach growled, and her pussy burned. The grunts and the slowing rate but increased harshness of Spike’s thrusts was the telltale sign that he would be cumming soon

She liked her lips in eagerness at the same time the burning in her loins and the pit in her stomach grew demanding the same thing.

Rarity knew there was no use in denying she had grown addicted to Spike as a whole. He had proven to be the partner she needed more than the one she desired. Almost two years back, after a rather disastrous date, Spike stood at her side to comfort her for an entire day. A few days later he asked her to be her partner for an upcoming party between fashion designers. She agreed, mostly because she had no one else to take. That was their first unofficial date.

During the passing months many more of those unofficial dates followed suit. Spike never acted to be somepony he wasn’t, he was polite, yes, but he still retained his witty, fresh, laid back attitude that served to ease the mood around her. Plus, it also served to entertain whomever she was talking to and helped her get better, bigger deals for her projects and work.

She wasn’t sure how it happened, but during one of those parties she caught a young noble mare flirting with Spike. All she could remember was that her vision turned red with jealousy, she walked up to Spike, and carried him away from the party. She dragged him into a secluded room before mashing her lips against his; tongue and all.

After that she came to realize her own feeling for the drake, but Spike, ever the gentledragon, pushed her back instead of jumping at the opportunity he no doubt had dreamt many times about. He convinced her to take things slow, to allow him to woo her in his own way before trying a real relationship. She accepted, and eight months later they became an official couple to the surprise of no one in Ponyville. Two weeks after his twentieth birthday, actually.

There were times she regretted not giving Spike a chance before, or at least being more open to the idea of forming a solid relationship with him. Maybe that was because deep inside she feared his infatuation was just that and it would eventually wither out. But instead, Spike had proven to be above and beyond her expectations. Even though their already close relationship didn’t change much it made a noticeable impact. Except in the one aspect she rarely considered: intimacy.

Rarity shuddered hearing her dragon grunt reading himself to reach his climax.

She wasn’t one prone to let go into the temptations of the flesh, but that didn’t meant she was a novice or frigid or didn’t know her kinks and preferences. Still, it wasn’t until they conveyed and gave in into their desires that made her realise how...unique and different from stallions Spike really is.

From the very first time she gave her body to him and he claimed her, marking her in a way she had come to love and look forward to, she was forever ruined. No stallion could ever compare or hope to achieve half of what Spike could do to her.

Not that she had any intentions or interest in taking any lover other than her Spikey-Wikey.

Who would’ve thought that dear, innocent, charming, kind, and gentle Spike could be such a dominant beast during sex? She certainly didn’t, but that only added to the joy she felt when she was (pardon the language) irrevocably fucked and ravaged like a cheap two-bit whorse on the sidewalk.

Being a dragon allowed him to do just that and more. Not to mention her newfound passion of the thrill and danger his claws and fangs provided. His staggering strength, that agile prehensile tongue, matched up only by his poise, authoritarian stance, and that glimmer in his eyes that made her feel little allowed him to be the dominant one with ease. Just as much as she yearned to be his submissive little bitch.

Despite all of that, on the carnal level one aspect stood above the rest: his dragon cock. With eight inches in length and around two and a half in girth, Spike had nothing to envy a stallion for in that department. The intense pink shaft covered with tiny fleshy bumps, while the underside of it had a fine liny of small ridges ensured he could scrub at her insides in all the right ways.

Rarity licked her lips once more in anticipation for what was about to come. She watched the triangular tip of Spike’s phallus going back and forth, noting the intense heat it send across her tits. Her vaginal walls clenched around nothing desperate to be filled by that meaty spear once more.

“Fuck!” Spike shouted burying his dick in between Rarity’s breasts with the tip almost touching her chin. A torrent of his steaming hot white seed gushed out. Several stands of smelly, musky, sticky cum began to cover Rarity’s face, neck, and mane. One in particular clung to her horn and another forced her to close her right eye. Her mouth, wide open with her tongue splayed over her chin, received a copious amount of the salty semen.

Rarity hummed with a lewd sounding, drawn-out moan of approval. Her tongue being coated by rope after rope of warm dragon seed. Her body trembled with satisfaction as Spike’s tail managed her to reach another climax of her own. Not nearly as strong as her previous one, but still it was enjoyable, and served to curl the fire in her nethers a little bit.

Moments later, it was all over with her face was matted with the climax of her lover. Rarity dragged her tongue back inside her cum flooded mouth; swirling it around to relish on its particular spicy taste. After a few seconds she began to gulp it down her hungry gullet; each swallow of his warm cum clinging to her throat making it bulge a little; her stomach rumbling with delight and satisfaction getting what it was craving for.

She passed her tongue around her mouth in search for whatever was left behind. Once she was done Rarity licked her lips in satisfaction before the the familiar triangular cockhead of her drakefriend found her lavish lips.

Rarity wrapped her lips around the tip while her tongue flickered and prodded the small opening of his urethra making him groan in approval. Shifting between teasing and sucking on it hard, trying to get whatever baby batter was left inside the lengthy phallus, she finally set it free with a wet sounding *pop*.

“Did you enjoy your treat, Rari?” Spike asked from his position. Only now did Rarity noticed he was almost sitting on her breasts.

“Mmhmm! Thank you for such a delicious appetizer, Spikey.” She said opening her only available eye. She felt her face redden when she saw the smirk plastered on Spike’s face combined with his intense green eyes. Her vision fell to the still throbbing shaft, its tip resting on her cum soaked chin.

Her horn flickered with magic and a moment later her face pristine face was free of the white substance. Spike moved over.

“On all fours, now.”

He commanded. Rarity obeyed.

In a matter of seconds, and ignoring her partially wobbly legs, she did as told moving her tail when she was in the infamous ‘Doggystyle’ position. She groaned and her body quivered when Spike began to grope, knead, and spread her rather generous derriere while he moved behind her.

“AHHH!” Rarity screamed after a loud smack echoed inside the room. Her right posterior burned with stinging pain before another smack was heard. “AHHH!” She screamed again. And again. And again. And again for almost a dozen more times. “Ahhh….Ahhhh..F-f-fuuck…d-darli-ing...” She spouted feeling her arms fail to support her weight. An instant later her face fell to the bed while she panted with a large blush covering her face. The stinging sensation in her buttocks only matched by the pleasurable waves that ran all over her body.

Even though she lost the strength on her legs she didn’t fall, for Spike had taken a firm hold of her luscious hips. He did, however, allowed her legs to spread and lower enough to be at the perfect fuck height. She shut her mouth with a sharp intake of air when the tip of Spike’s dick lined itself with her waiting moist tunnel.

Rarity yelled into the bedsheets while Spike roared hilting himself into her snatch in a single thrust. The tip of his cock prodding at the entrance of her cervix while the ridges and bumps scraped and rubbed her vice-like tight gripping walls. They remained like that, hips pressed against hips, for several untold moments. Then Spike began to pull back, drawing a moan from both parties. Once he was halfway out he plunged back in making the bed squeak and Rarity to let out a guttural moan of pleasure mixed with pain.

“Damn you’re gripping me tight, Rari. Liked me spanking your sweet big ass, huh?” Spike asked with a strained expression while he pounded Rarity forming a steady pace. Rarity moaned in response gripping the sheets tightly. “I asked you a question, slut! Answer me!” Spike demanded giving Rarity a hard thrust.

“YES!” Rarity cried out.

Spike smirked letting a short stream of green fire escape from his nostrils. “Look at you, a twenty five year old mare moaning and slobbering w-while a twenty year old dragon fucks your brains out.” Spike groaned using his right hand to grab grip her dock while his tail helped him maintain balance. He then used his newfound leverage to increase the speed and force of his thrusts. “Such a shameless mare, you can’t even form words while I drive you into a quivering mess.”

Rarity could only moan and pant rapidly, her mind becoming fuzzy while Spike kept on his relentless assault. He would slow down on occasion to deliver either slower but harder thrusts or slow, passionate ones. Two mini-orgasms had already struck her yet the burning inside of her cunt increased by each passing second.

“Harder...F-fuck me...fucke me h-ha-HAAaaaardeeeer, you bruuuUUuteee!” Rarity managed to mumble out loud looking back at him from her position; her mane covering almost her entire visible face. The smile that formed on Spike’s lips made her blood turn into magma for a second.

“Your wish is my command, my whorse of a lady.” Spike said making a mocking bow before he really began to pound her like a mindless beast.

Rarity barely had time to hide her face into the mattress before she shouted at the top of her lungs at the brutal assault she was receiving. Her marecum came out in abundance making Spike’s task easier and it also made loud squelching noises each time fur met scales.

“RARITY!” Spike roared her name leaving all pretenses aside and wrapping his arms around her belly holding her close.

It didn’t take long before his thrusts started to become erratic. But neither of them noticed or cared about it or how long their rutting went on. Feeling weak in their embrace they fell to the side and Spike, solely guided by lust and instinct, let go of her in favor of sitting over her left thigh while he hugged and lifted her right one. He kept on pounding until Rarity let out a loud moan, her walls clamped around tighter than ever before, and her dam shattered squirting her marecum all over his hips, thighs, herself, and the bed.

Four thrusts later he hilted himself, let out a thunderous roar, and he came inside of her needy pussy.

The voluptous white unicorn had no strength left in her mind or body when yet another, weaker but just as satisfying orgasm hit her when she felt the scalding hot baby batter of her dragon lover flooded inside her foal maker. She couldn’t see, her vision was entirely a white haze with polka dots dancing around. But she could still feel her stomach bloating with each copious gush of potent, virile, mouthwatering dragon cum being stored into her willing womb.

In a strange moment of self awareness, Rarity realised she had been utterly and completely breed stupid by her dear Spikey-Wikey. She felt his relative lightness rest on top of her body; his head nestled in between her breasts. After a few moments their breathing returned to a more controllable state. She closed her eyes still seeing nothing but white, draped her arms on Spike’s back, and only then did the world turned black.

Never noticing the pleased and satisfied expression both of them wore.

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“I wasn’t too rough, right?” Spike asked while they walked down the streets of Ponyville towards the Castle of Friendship. After they woke up from their post-coital induced nap they shared a long bath, put on fresh clothes, and made their way out.

Rarity looked down at him. She may be taller than her lover, but he still insisted on wrapping an arm around her waist.

“You were magnificent, Spike.” Rarity stopped, leaned down and kiss his forehead making the dragon blush a little. “When you bit my neck I thought I was going to faint!” She said in a hushed yet excited tone resuming their walk.

“I’ve been practising with meat every chance I get.” Spike confessed pressing his head against her arm. “I...don’t want to harm you like before.”

“‘Tis was but a flesh wound, Spikey dearest.” Rarity giggled placing an arm over his shoulders. “See you tomorrow at four?”

“It’s a date.” Spike said reaching the entrance of the castle. “I love you, Rarity.”

Spike let go of her and walked one step up to be almost to her eye level. “I love you too, Spike.” Rarity said fluttering her eyelashes before Spike grabbed her cheeks and kissed her on the lips.

The lovebirds moaned into the kiss for several seconds until they parted.

“Don’t stay up late working, ya hear?” Spike said letting go of her face.

“Not to worry, darling. Thanks to you I feel rejuvenated and my creative spark has returned!” Rarity declared with a proud smile. Said smile turned into a sly, sexy grin after a few seconds. “I’ll finish my assemble and go to sleep early. After all, I’m still quite full.” Rarity winked placing a hand on her slightly bloated tummy. “Be a dearest a say ‘Hi’ to Twilight and Starlight on my behalf, precious scales. Ta-ta~”

Rarity turned around leaving a blushing Spike behind looking at her back.

Spike didn’t break his stare until Rarity did a turn down the block, but not before looking at his way and waving goodbye.

“Man, I love that mare.” The dragon whispered to himself before entering the castle.

End.