The day before Hearth’s Warming Eve was quite a hectic one for every shop in Ponyville with the last-minute shoppers coming in to buy gifts for their families and loved ones. One such establishment was Carousel Boutique that currently had a bit of a buzz of business going on with both stallions, and mares alike looking for that one piece of suitable clothing or jewelry to get for their special somepony for the holidays.
To aid the customers in that intent, a certain purple drake with a row of green scales that adorned from the top of his head to the edge of his tail wandered around the interior of the store checking in with each one of them to see if they needed any assistance or not. As his duty as manager, Spike had to make sure that everyone that came in was attended to and satisfied appropriately. Sure this was a difficult task to perform: especially during this time of year; but Spike stayed up to the top of his game by motivation of his boss, friend, and long-time crush Rarity. Since she was currently doing her own business at Canterlot Carousel, Spike had to be the one to take care of things here in Ponyville until she returned which thankfully would be tonight.
When the last customer left the store with her items in-tow, Spike pleasantly waved her off before walking over to the door and locking it. He then flipped the OPEN sign over to CLOSED. Since Rarity had an extra key with her, Spike knew he didn’t have to worry about her being locked out in the cold weather.
Taking in a relieved breath of air, Spike looked over and adjusted his work uniform if it had any wrinkles on it. Since it was quite a day, his hard work may have have caused one or two unruly wardrobe malfunctions that Rarity would be able to spot right off the bat. Spike figured that Rarity was already going through her own stresses in Canterlot, and he didn’t wish to make matters worse for her if she had to fix his uniform just after she just got back.
Spike then retrieved cleaning supplies from the back room before proceeding to tidy up the store. There didn’t seem to be much of a mess to clean up, but it never hurt to be double sure that the place was absolutely spotless. As mentioned before: Rarity had a keen eye for imperfections in presentation-- and the last thing Spike wanted was to disappoint her in failing to maintain the perfection of the shop in the way she normally has it in. Rarity would probably give him a good talking to if she came back to see her shop in disarray.
Spike was about to sweep up the last section of the floor when he heard the chime of the doorbell, indicating that somepony was walking through the door which of course was Rarity. Due to the heavy snowfall outside, her fuchsia-hued winter coat that she wore was practically caked with white flakes. Spike could see by the look on her face that she had quite a trip and was relieved to be back home.
“Hey, Rarity. How’d it go with assisting Sassy Saddles with holiday sales in Canterlot?” he asked. It seemed such a rhetorical question to ask since Rarity’s weary appearance already seemed to answer that; but it would seem rude of him not to ask anyway.
“Well… let’s just say we received business that brought in enough bits to keep us afloat in finances for about a couple years or so as a best estimate,” Rarity replied with a tired smile. “Sure it was a bit overwhelming, but we managed alright.”
Spike wasn’t all surprised by her response since it could be foreseen to begin with
“That’s wonderful to hear. Say, would you like me to fetch you some hot cocoa or anything to help you recover from the trip and weather outside? It looks pretty bad out there,” he offered as he glanced out the window to see the snow coming down in a flurry of wide flakes.
“It would certainly be appreciated... if you aren’t all that busy that is.”
“Not at all,” Spike assured as he swept up the last of the remaining dirt off the floor. “I’ve just finished up the last of my after-hours tasks for tonight. Please, make yourself comfortable on the sofa in front of the fireplace. I’ll have both cocoa and a fire ready for you soon enough.”
“Thank you, Spike. You’re such a thoughtful gentleman.”
Spike sheepishly averted his eyes briefly as he blushed slightly. Rarity’s charm and unimaginable beauty were two things that he could never resist. It’s no wonder she’s been the only being in Equestria that he’s been crushing on ever since he first arrived in Ponyville with Twilight Sparkle when he was still a young drake.
“What can I say; a hard working and dedicated lady like yourself deserves some rewarded pampering.”
Just after he finished that sentence, Spike suddenly realized how forward he sounded with that compliment and bit back his lip. He expected Rarity to give him a scornful look and scold him for his sudden change in his manners around her, despite them not even being perverted.
Instead however, she looked astonished but flattered judging by how red her cheeks were. She’s never heard a compliment like that from anyone before, especially Spike.
“Oh, well um...how nice of you to say, Spike. I’ll wait patiently for that cocoa. I’d suggest you should make one for yourself as well and join me,” Rarity said before she started walking over to the couch.
“Sure thing,” Spike nodded still feeling a bit awkward from the situation, but obliged to start fixing cocoa for her and him both. Hopefully by the time it’s ready, neither of them would feel weird around each other after that flirtatious statement.
As Rarity sat herself down on the sofa, a whole cluster of unexpected thoughts and feelings that she never even had before began running both through her mind and body. She knows she’s been a hopeless romantic for most of her life. Whenever she thought she found Mr. Right, a particular quirk about him always made him a Mr. Wrong.
A couple of examples are Prince Blueblood who turned out nothing to be but a spoiled, royal brat who cared only about himself and nopony else; and Trenderhoof who wished to court one of her friends, Applejack for reasons she still couldn’t figure out to this day. She only figured that he liked country mares, and that thought almost made her lose her sense of self. Thankfully Applejack had no feelings for him in return and was kind enough to snap her back to reality. Of course, Applejack’s method for this was a bit…. radical.
Even though she’s overcome both of these experiences with the help and support of her friends, Rarity couldn’t help but think that despite how beautiful, sophisticated, and dependable she was: there was no suitable soulmate anywhere out there for her. That may seem to be a bit of an extreme and unlikely idea, but the heartache she had was too much to form any kind of logic within her mind.
She fell into deep depression not long afterward, but it was thoroughly cloaked by her never-dying passion for her big paying career as one of Equestria’s best fashion designers and seamstresses. While both working and being around her friends or family members, she was her usual outgoing and superficial self. But when she had space and time all to herself with the assurance that nobody would interrupt her, she’d have sobbing fits with the company of a tub of ice cream. An episode such as this was only witnessed once by Spike when a rude puppeteer made her believe she lost her creative touch.
Now after all this time, she began to think that Spike was truly the one she was destined to be with; but foolishly shook the thought off: even though she's been aware of him crushing on her from the start. Since he was quite young at that time and a completely different species from her, she didn’t lead him on and gently pushed back his advances if he would happen to make any. She misguidedly thought that she was always meant to be with a stallion of high hierarchy, or at least somepony with sufficient wealth. Turns out that is not the case anymore.
If Spike really loved her that much by gladly accepting everything she asked of him without asking for anything in return, then could it be that she’s truly been that cruel and neglectful of his feelings for her for so long? Since he was old enough now to be considered a young adult and still continued his devoted deeds to her--- it seemed so.
This revelation brought a pool of tears to Rarity’s eyes which were free to begin flowing as she shut them tight. Her bottom lip began quivering, but she held back any sobs that threatened to come out. There was no way she would make a scene of herself right now, and on this very night.
“Oh, Spike,” was the only thing she could utter in a choked up whisper.
Just then, Spike stepped into the room carrying two steaming mugs of freshly made hot chocolate in one of each of his claw-like hands. He had no need for mitts since every cell that made up his body and scales gave him an extremely high tolerance to intense heat just like every other dragon was hatched with.
“Alright, Rarity I have the…” he stopped mid-sentence when his eyes landed on Rarity; and it wasn’t because she was currently wearing a quite provocative four-piece red outfit with fluffed, white collars with an opened torso area that proudly displayed her excessive cleavage.
Instead, it was because he saw her in a state of utter despair. The running black mascara that trailed from the bottoms of her eyes was the main give away.
“Rarity? Are you okay? What happened?” he hastily asked as he quickly set the mugs down on the nearby table before seating himself down next to Rarity to try and console her.
“It’s nothing, Spike. I’m fine,” Rarity assured while trying to wipe the tears and mascara from her face, but it only made more of a mess of herself. Also her current demeanor did not back up her words.
“No you’re not. Here, I think I have a small package of tissues stored somewhere,” Spike said as he began searching his pockets, but Rarity stopped him by suddenly placing a hand on the upper part of his arm a bit too firmly.
“No! You’ve done far too many things for me already! I can handle this myself!” Rarity shouted.
Spike jumped back a bit, startled by Rarity’s sudden change in mood. He’s never seen her act this way before at all whenever she was upset about something. This behavior was quite alien to him, and he had yet the means to figure it out.
Seeing Spike’s expression in response to her sudden outburst, Rarity shrunk back and softened her posture.
“I’m so sorry. I just…..I don’t….,”
Rarity tried to find words needed to explain herself, but she couldn’t. Her emotions were conflicting with one another right now which prevented Rarity from even forming a coherent thought. Instead, she let loose all the sobs that had been building up inside of her into the cup of her hands.
Spike was completely dumbfounded at the display of Rarity’s emotional rollercoaster. First she seemed alright when she came through the door, then he caught her in despair which briefly became anger, then fell back into despair again which now seemed permanent. Spike had to assume that her day in Canterlot was way worse than what she lead him on to believe earlier.
Gently leaning over to her, Spike steadily embraced Rarity in a comforting hug. He could feel her flinch a bit at his touch, but he didn’t stop himself. Shortly after a bit, Spike felt Rarity’s arms wrap around his back as she pulled him in for comfort. She now had her face buried deep into his shoulder blade to suppress her crying. Surely Rarity knew she’d be ruining part of his work uniform, but at this moment she really didn’t care. She needed a form of physical comforting, and that’s exactly what Spike was giving her the opportunity of doing.
A couple of minutes passed by before Rarity’s sobs began dissipating. She then gently pried her head from Spike’s shoulder and wiped her eyes free of any remaining tears. When her vision cleared up, she saw the damp and stained spot that she made on Spike’s shirt.
“Oh no. I’ve ruined your perfectly good attire. This might never come out,” Rarity fretted as she tried to remove the smudged mascara from the fabric with her own bare hands, but it was to no avail.
Spike smiled and gently pushed Rarity’s hands away with his own. This action made Rarity’s blush return, but she didn’t do anything to resist it.
“Don’t worry about it, Rarity. I’ve got at least two spares of this back at home,” he reassured. “It’s already bad enough you’re stressing about whatever happened back in Canterlot already, so there’s really no need to get worked up over a little smudge.”
Rarity’s gaze then fell from him to the floor in a sideways glance.
“I’m....not upset about anything that happened in Canterlot.”
Spike’s brow shot up. This was not what he expected to hear from her at all. Surely the sophisticated and wealthy citizens of Canterlot would be a bigger pain to deal with during the holiday season, even for the most professional business ponies like Rarity.
“You aren't?”
Rarity shook her head before solemnly re-establishing eye contact with him
“Can I ask you something, Spike?”
“Of course you can. But why ask for my permission?” Spike wasn’t sure if he was going to like where this was going.
“Because you might think this question sounds….. crazy,” she replied before her gaze started to fall away from him once more, but Spike stopped by doing so by placing a hand on one of her shoulders; prompting her to maintain her eyes on his.
“Rarity. You know I wouldn’t think anything you have to say or ask is crazy to me. Whatever it is that’s bothering you, I will listen and help you the best way I can. If not, then we can always rely on our other friends for more support.
Rarity said nothing at first as she looked over Spike’s expression to make sure he was being sincere. When she got her confirmation that he was truly meant what he said; she closed her eyes, took a breath, and then sighed.
“Okay,” she began as she opened her eyes and looked deep into his. “Spike? Have I been selfish to you?”
Spike raised a brow at this. What sort of a question was that? No matter, he didn’t take time to think about it too much since he didn’t want to worry Rarity with his silence.
“Of course not,” he replied. “I can’t even begin to list the things you’ve done for me when I needed it just like the others. The best one I can think of was giving me this job as a manager. Its given me the opportunity to be more confident and independent drake. I could not ask for anything more than that.”
Rarity smiled a bit at this, but it quickly faded before asking, “Are you quite sure about that?”
“Well….yeah. I guess…”
Rarity could clearly see the ruse in his eyes and tone, and it almost made her feel like breaking down again.
“I knew it,” she said softly, but it was quite scoldful. “I’ve truly have been too self-absorbed in my own world to care about what you desired most from me. How could I’ve been so blinded by my own ignorance and fantasies to acknowledge that?”
To Spike’s surprise, she lunged him into another hug as a new wave of waterworks started up.
“I’m sorry, Spike! I’m so...so sorry! I know you probably won’t forgive me, but try to understand that I regret what I’ve done!”
“What are you even talking about, Rarity?!” his tone was more stern this time, but it was to express how scared and bewildered he was with Rarity’s attitude.
“ME, IGNORING THE FACT OF HOW MUCH YOU TRULY LOVED ME!!” Rarity bellowed, finally losing any sense of control of herself. She glared daggers into his now shocked eyes with pure rage, but it was directed at herself instead of him. “IF THAT DOESN’T MAKE ME A COLD-HEARTED BITCH, THEN I DON’T KNOW WHAT DOES!”
She then dove her head back into his same shoulder blade for another bawling round.
Spike was now completely awestruck by Rarity’s confession. It’s true he did feel a bit irritated at the fact that Rarity didn’t seem to return or not really acknowledge his feelings in the past; but he necessarily didn’t give up his attempts to make good impressions on her. He knew he could’ve easily tried to move on to find someone else to try and woo… but something kept his interest tied to Rarity. No doubt it was in his dragon DNA that he saw Rarity as a valuable and beautiful treasure that he didn't want to give up no matter the cost and or reason.
Spike had no way of knowing that this night of Hearth’s Warming Eve would be the one where Rarity would finally admit her guilt for being neglectful of his feelings toward her, even if it wasn’t truly meant to fully hurt him. What really clicked to him now though is that Rarity may have finally realized that she did truly harbor feelings for him in return, and just had to wait until he was old enough to court her.
“Rarity,” he started, prompting Rarity to pull herself away from his shoulder just a bit to be able to look back at him with slightly reddened eyes. “You’re not what you’re claiming to be. You are the most generous and kind-hearted mare that I’ve ever met. You should never deny yourself of that fact.”
“But..,” Rarity began, but was silenced when he placed a finger over her mouth.
“No, Rarity. No more excuses. What I’m saying is the truth. I understand what you’re going through; and I want to let you know I’m not angry with you at all.”
“You’re...not?” Rarity asked quizzically, yet she showed some relief.
“Mmhm,” Spike nodded. “I must admit to myself that I had my own self-doubts about falling for a pony at such a young age: and being a whole different species of course. However, I never gave myself into either of those factors and listened to what my heart was telling me… and that was to do anything to win your affection.”
“And you’ve done so much already to do so. But I never allowed you close enough to let you know you were making progress. How can you not be mad at me for something like that?” Rarity asked.
“Because I know you had similar doubts as well, even if your standpoint might be a bit different from mine, “ Spike explained. “I don’t blame you for being worried about what others might think about you going out with a baby dragon. I was a bit of a runt, I’m not going to lie about that.”
Spike chuckled, and Rarity thankfully did to which is what he wanted.
“What matters right now though is that we’ve both grown up into more mature individuals, and that we can now easily put away our past mistakes and doubts behind us and allow ourselves to accept what we feel now.”
“You mean that…?”
Spike nodded in confirmation as if he knew what she was going to say.
“Yes… but that is if I have the consent to do so. I’ll accept any answer you’ll give.”
Rarity was speechless at first as she processed all this. She couldn’t really believe that Spike wasn’t at all angry or disappointed in her for kindly and non-verbally turning down his advances to win her heart… yet he wasn’t, and miraculously already knew her reasoning why. It looks as if they had great chemistry to begin with despite how unlikely the matchup was. No matter like Spike mentioned to her: forget about the past and embrace what happens now; and what Rarity wanted was to give Spike everything that he wanted from the start.
Instead of giving him a worded answer, she suddenly pressed her lips onto his. Spike’s eyes went wide at the gesture, but he didn’t protest and pulled Rarity in a bit closer as they began to casually make out. Spike then allowed his tongue to slip in between Rarity’s lips and knock on her teeth to request permission to enter. Rarity didn’t wait a second to deny it and parted her teeth to allow Spike’s reptilian tongue to literally snake into her gullet and begin exploring every inch of it thoroughly.
This made Rarity emit a sexy muffled moan at the sensation. If she didn’t say so herself; a dragon’s tongue would definitely beat a stallion’s one in every kissing challenge. Rarity wrapped her arms in the back of Spike’s head and used them to pull Spike in closer, which he of course obliged to accept. Not only was Rarity making sure that Spike got the most of the moment, but Spike was doing his part to make sure Rarity was allowed to have all the love she deserved and desired for so long.
When they broke their lips apart to catch their breaths, both Spike and Rarity gazed into each other’s eyes dreamily for a little bit before Rarity took one of Spike’s hands into her own before she gently placed it on one of her breasts. Spike could tell what this meant and it was both exciting and nerve-inducing as well.
“Give me every ounce of your love to me, Spikey Wikey,” Rarity whispered lustfully into his earhole. “I want to know how much I’ve missed out on.”
It’s been a long time since she gave him that nickname; and now that she called him that in such a sultry manner, he almost busted early in his pants. Thankfully he managed to have enough self-control not to do so.
“As you wish, m’lady,” Spike replied playfully while going along with the act. “But first, let’s set the mood with that fire shall we?”
Inhaling a small amount of air, Spike directed his head toward the fireplace before letting out a controlled burst of green flames. The burst hit the readied logs with enough precision to instantaneously light them up in a small, beautifully warm blaze.
“I’ll get the lights,” Rarity said before lighting up her horn to use magic to dim down the lights in the room. “Now with that taken care of, will you please help a lady take off this dreadful top? I think it’s starting to chafe.”
Rarity gave an adorable pout that Spike couldn’t help resist. He nodded and wrapped both his arms around her backside before untying the laces that held her festive open-chested keyhole turtleneck vest on her torso. When the last lace was undone, Rarity cooed at the feeling of her breasts being released from the pressing grip of her top; but they weren't fully free yet.
Spike then delicately began peeling off the top, inch by inch until it was completely off and left Spike to finally gaze upon her prized chesticles that had distinctively wide, light pink areolas with already perked up and hard nipples. She must’ve been that excited about finally losing her virginity, even if it wasn’t going to be to a prince, and any other high-class stallion. Instead, it was going to be to a now grown up, and devilishly handsome dragon.
Acting on instinct, Spike gently pushed Rarity onto her back so he could have a better and more comfortable angle to begin pleasuring her breasts. With one, he sucked on the nipple while being cautious to not let his sharp teeth puncture the skin. As for the other, he simply groped and tenderly squeezed it in the palm of his hand while taking the same cautions since his fingers had a sharp claw on the end of each one of them.
Rarity moaned and writhed a bit at the sensation of both her tits being simultaneously being taken care of. All the while, she’s been working on getting his shirt off starting by undoing his tie before tossing it off to the side. She then began unbuttoning his dress shirt until his well-toned biceped chest and abbd-up stomach were revealed to her. She’s seen him topless before whenever he joined her and the other friends at the swimming hole during one of the most hottest days of Summer; but right now in this kind of situation, it felt like the first time.
She then began to caress his muscles with her fingertips and occasionally pressed her thumbs into them before massaging them in a circular motion. This earns moans of earnest from Spike, and gave Rarity the confirmation that she was giving him the same amount of pleasure he was currently giving her.
Spike pressed himself down on her to bring her in for another make out session: a more steamier and primal one to be exact. Both Rarity and Spike were practically swallowing each other at this point. Sure Spike’s hands now had to be absent from her breasts to adjust to the new position, but the feeling of his chest squashing them was even better, along with how he was rubbing his kneecap to stimulate and tease her ever-dampening slit. Eventually, she couldn’t take the suspense anymore.
“Spike,” she breathed as she managed to separate her lips from his. “Take me right now. Please~? I can’t wait any longer.”
Spike didn’t hesitate to obey as he quickly unbuckled his pants and practically yanked them off to reveal his white boxers with a desirably large ‘pitched’ bulge protruding from the front that Rarity looked at almost hungrily. Before he could touch the helm of his underpants, Rarity was quick enough to seize them first.
“Ah-ha-ha~. Allow me, darling,” she said before she began to steadily pull down his boxers instead. Shortly enough, she freed his dick from the confines of his underwear. Spike sighed in relief to the sensation of fresh air greeting his shaft as Rarity almost drooled at the sight of the dark purple spire with a light pink spaded tip being only inches from her muzzle.
“You think you’ll be okay?” Spike asked her. He didn’t want to break her in if she felt if she wasn’t ready to handle it.
“I’ll be fine,” she reassured not breaking her trance-like gaze from his dragonhood. “Just be gentle with me, okay?”
Spike smiled and nodded before he fully removed his dress shirt and positioned himself above Rarity. Using one hand, he lined up his tip properly up with Rarity’s vulva before carefully sliding it in. Since Rarity’s walls were already well-lubricated naturally, Spike had no trouble going forward; until his tip bumped against the exterior of her hymen.
Spike looked Rarity in the eye to make sure she was bracing for the little pinch she would feel. When she gave him a reassuring nod and gripped the side of the sofa for support, Spike carefully pushed forward till he was able to break the seal.
Rarity emitted a sharp, pained gasp-- but gave assurance to Spike that she was alright. As a reward for her bravery, he gave her a passionate kiss on the sensitive part of her neck which helped her relief the pain a bit and form a content and comfortable smile on her face.
When both of them were finally well adjusted with their connection, Spike pulled a light blanket that was folded over the back of the sofa and draped it over himself and Rarity.
“What’s this for?” Rarity asked with a slightly raised brow. She surprised herself for not complaining about Spike ruining a perfectly folded blanket, but she didn’t have the need to think about since the euphoria from having Spike inside her clouded every thought she tried to make.
“I figured we could keep the heat contained between us if that would be alright with you,” Spike replied with a wink.
At first Rarity didn’t know what he meant, but it quickly dawned on her that he intended they would be making love underneath the blanket itself. The extra body heat they’d be generating from their intercourse session would be contained within to increase the euphoric sensations sufficiently.
“I wouldn’t mind it one bit,” Rarity cooed seductively. “I love how creative you are when it comes to pleasuring a mare.”
“I certainly try my best,” Spike replied a bit sheepishly while rubbing the back of his neck.
“Oh don’t be so modest, dear. Now, show me what your really made of,” she said while adding a sultric growl at the end which really got Spike’s testosterone flowing.
Placing the blanket over his and Rarity’s heads, he slowly began pistoning in and out of her to make sure she was able to adjust to his movement. Her breasts gave a slight jiggle whenever his dick halted near her cervix area.
As his speed began picking up a bit, so did the body heart that began building up underneath the blanket. Rarity made sure to have a tiny air hole near her so the heat wouldn’t become too unbearable, but still good enough to add on to their pleasure.
Spike enjoyed how tight and wet Rarity’s walls were as they flexed and bent to accommodate his intruding phallus. Rarity was having the same amount of joy with being stuffed with Spikes’ foreign, yet satisfying cock. To help support his thrusts, she wrapped her feet behind his ass and pushed him in deeper into her whenever he thrusted inward.
It was soon hot enough under the blanket to the point to where they both began to sweat profusely, but they didn’t cease their efforts. Instead it turned them on even more to where they were influenced to hump like mad against each other with very audible moans coming from both of them along with the wet slap of Spike’s testicles hitting the lower part of Rarity’s nethers. Spike could smell the salty scent of sweat gathering on Rarity’s breasts and proceeded to begin licking and sucking off every inch of it from her chest.
“Ohh, Spikey Wikey~!” she nearly shrieked in ecstasy. “Keep that up, and don’t you dare stop!”
Her breasts must’ve been that sensitive, but at least that encouraged Spike to keep tasting her as he pleased. As for himself, he could feel his orgasm creeping up on him slowly. He was glad he had great stamina; but he knew it wasn’t enough to be able to fuck Rarity all night. He would have to cum at some point, and it was when Rarity would climax first. It only seemed to be the most courteous thing a male would do during sex.
As the peak was edging near, steam began to emit from both of Spike’s nostrils and enveloped both of them. Rarity sighed in pleasure as it cascaded over her chest and tickled the pores on her face. The space under the blanket now had officially become like a sauna you would see at the spa or a well-rated hotel, but without the heating coal and the impatient yet also intrusive other patrons. This was both Spike and Rarity’s own private, and simply made love sauna.
“S-Spike,” Rarity panted. “I’m so close!”
Sure enough, Spike felt Rarity’s walls slowly began clamping tighter around his penis as her peak drew near. This was Spike’s chance to give it all he got to help her along since his own end was nearing the very brink of containment. He proceeded to gently squeeze and twist both of Rarity’s breasts with his hands while gently nibbling at the nape of her neck. As a third move, he carefully adjusted the angle of his dick to a more diagonal position that would be able to attack her clit with the top side of his shaft.
With all three sensitive areas of her being attended to; Rarity screamed in ecstasy as her climax finally erupted violently out onto the sofa’s cushion. The feeling of Rarity’s cum running over his cock triggered Spike’s own orgasm as well. He let out a loud, but pleasured deep roar as his spunk mixed in with hers in a puddle where they held their connection.
When their climaxes and screams resolved finally, Spike collapsed softly on top of Rarity as he lifted the blanket of both of them to reveal their heads and a bit of their torsos. Rarity’s coat and mane were thoroughly dampened by sweat, but neither her or Spike seemed to mind it one bit. In fact, Spike thought Rarity looked even more beautiful that way even if she might not agree with him if she wasn’t so overcome by arousal and recovering from possibly the best sexual experience she ever had in her life.
“Thank you so much, Spike,” Rarity said after regaining some of her normal breath and kissed him on the cheek. “I’d never thought that I would ever find the one who would know how to treat me right, and give me the assurance that I needed when doubting myself. I’m so glad that it was you.”
Spike blushed bashfully at the compliment.
“I am to, Rare Bear,” he said. He blushed harder at the fact that he just gave her a pet name so suddenly, but Rarity didn’t seem to mind it and chuckled.
“Oh you’re just too precious,” she cooed while rubbing one of her cheekbones. A look of realization just then dawned on her face. “Hey. We forgot about our hot cocoa. It’s probably room temperature by now.”
Spike then glanced over at the two mugs that were still sitting on the table next to them. Sure enough, there was no sign of any steam emanating from the top of either of them. Spike took a brief moment to think a solution over; and thankfully it was that simple.
“You know,” he began. “We already made and experienced our own made heat. I wouldn’t think having room-temperature cocoa would be that bad. Would it?”
Rarity processed this for a bit before a warm smile crossed her face as she shook her head.
“No. No it wouldn’t,” she said reassuringly.
Spike smiled and proceeded to get up to reach the mugs before Rarity stopped him by gripping his shoulder. He gave her a puzzled look while she continued to smile at him as her horn glowed. The mugs were then encased in her cyan magic before they floated over to them and into their hands.
“I will never grow tired of that,” Spike stated as she pecked Rarity lovingly on the lips.
“Oh believe me, darling. There’s more things I can do with my magic than just simple levitation spells or designing clothes,” she said while giving a wink.
Spike chuckled and cuddled up close to her while she did the same.
“Looking forward to it, but for right now let’s enjoy the rest of the holidays while we can.”
He then raised his mug in an intent of a toast. Rarity did the same.
“Happy Hearth’s Warming, Rarity.”
“Happy Hearth’s Warming, Spike.”
They clinked the mugs together before taking a swig of the luke warm liquid before they held each other tight, watching the flames in the fireplace flicker until the time they would die out--- or if it was decided they wanted to keep it going by adding more logs to it.
Author's Note
I believe this is my first ever Sparity fic. I guess I'll consider this a Christmas gift to all my followers
. Happy Holidays to you all and I hope you enjoy the last of the year
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