Author's Note
My name is Fireflower and this is my seventeenth My Little Pony fanfic, this time using anthropomorphic canon characters; however, this is also my tenth fic with a main focus on clop alone so unless you're in eighteen plus panel, stop right now and hit the back button.
As for continuity and timing, this would be set by at least (roughly less than) a decade after Twilight's Kingdom, hence the circumstances for two of the main characters along with the choice of setting featured in the story.
Anyways, I just want to state for the record that My Little Pony, or rather Friendship Is Magic and its setting and characters belongs to Lauren Faust and Hasbro; also, considering that the fanfic itself is inspired by the aforementioned tumblr comic, all credits should go to Dekomaru instead of me.
Enjoy it as you are, my dear friends.
Semibreve
If there was one thing that had proved to be noticeable, then it would be many of which that were all keeping them on the lighter side as of this moment in time. For starters, the big blue sky that had harbored the golden sun shining about over the horizon with a flock of birds flying about became engulfed by clouds. Within a large dream drop distance was but a barren wasteland consisting of topsoil and stones littering all throughout the way within the large dry fields. A calm gentle breeze had surfed across the landscape as the valley and ridge of mountains surrounded much of it, raging with growth and erosion. The area lacked people from various demographics: age, gender, finances, and social standing being nothing short from the standardized metallurgy of life.
One person in particular had stood out and about: a white unicorn mare was found to be lying supine upon a blue lawn chair. Her mane and tail were in a radiant dark shade resembling of mulberries found in the fields used to ward of some electricity. The unicorn had wore a pair of sunglasses to match her simple black ensemble of a sleeveless crop top, some shorts, and sandals.
Growing nearby her was a circle appearing within the earth, spitting out some debris rapidly before concluding with a single red gemstone landing upon a nearby pile. Following after this discovery was the source of the rapid formation from long before: a purple dragon was found to be climbing out from there in a steady momentum. Every single scale was painted in an emerald green like his eyes unveiled by the eyelids as soon as he had wiped away the dirt upon them after this very arduous task earlier. Draped upon the purple dragon’s lower body were but a pair of rose red shorts with a thicker texture than the shirt that he was wearing itself currently at that moment.
“Excellent work, Spike…!” the white unicorn had sighed as she briefly watched the eponymous individual take a stand.
Looking up to the clouds, he turned to her blue eyes and said, “hey, Rarity. We should head back now. It looks like it’s about to start pouring down.”
“Indeed…” the titular unicorn replied, starting to rise from her chair, “you don’t mind using those big muscles to carry everything, do you?”
“Not at all~” Spike gurgled, already lost in the sight of her standing figure as she looked back at him.
Sure enough, several drops of water had fallen onto the purple dragon’s body at once, breaking him out of the amorous trance quick enough to place the jewels in a nearby bag and sling them over the shoulder; in addition, the lawn chair that Rarity had rested upon was folded up underneath the other. At this point, the two were finding themselves soaked in the downpour as they looked on into the distance to find a small town already defined in such various materials, most of them being the ones fit for the likes of even three little pigs; within the area, an utter abundance of people had the same thoughts. The barren wasteland that they had just left behind not too long ago was switched out with the brilliant green surrounding it all on a solid plane of existence even as the dirt road on the other side guided its way over from a nearby forest, a curvilinear line worth holding as much as it is worth crossing over.
It wasn’t long until the two had reached one building in particular, donned neatly in an ethereal amalgamation of lightly colorful shades. Its own shingles were a checkered past muddled in pink and purple as they circled far above the solid ground in an equal patterning style. The roof was topped off with dark blue poles resting underneath a spiral cone where a grand old flag waved about in a tasteless orange. The walls where the windows remained adorned were clothed in different subspecies of blue, the bottom being dark in contrast to the top. The presence of equine figures trailing each other were all mounted upon by thin solid plum poles solitary underneath the pink hearts. All that remained was a pale white frame surrounding the purple egress with two sets of handles and windows of different shapes and sizes.
As the white unicorn opened the door, he followed on to find the inside of the location free of the atmosphere that delivered its payload. The background that served as the foundation to the vast yet contained space was in a clash of purples and pinks in various shadings. The flooring was already littered with countless fabrics, each of them having possessed more colors than the spaces within the house. The amount of elongated drapes was offset by the abundance of mirrors standing upon its sides, many of which were in the same size. The very ligneous ceiling in its entirety had a source of illumination that guided the occupants of the home, its bulb wrapped in a coil. Off within the cold distance, a purple flight of stairs were guided upwardly to the upper floor as they possessed no signs of a pattern.
As soon as Spike had placed both the satchel and chair down, his hands had found a bar of soap and a washcloth being placed upon them, two new items already provided by none other than herself as she had spoken, “you’re going to be stuck here for the night and you’re filthy, so go take a shower…”
While Rarity guided the purple dragon to a nearby door that was a shade darker than him, she took the bag of gems away and went in a different direction. Aside from the very rainstorm outside that had just begun, the acute sounds of a running stream weren’t too far away within the building being done by him. Gone in sixty seconds were the times when they spent theirs in the very wasteland that provided precious crystals mostly within Spike’s insurmountable work.
Soon, the refrain of ringing was heard as another individual entered the establishment: it was another white unicorn mare just like the first one. Her mane and tail had been possessing two different colors, compared to Rarity’s monochrome style: pink and purple tresses all vying for notice. Like the blue–eyed unicorn, she had worn a simple black ensemble of clothes herself, albeit in a more modest manner: a blazer, a skirt, and shoes. The unicorn that just entered had green eyes just like the purple dragon’s scales and irises except in a lighter shade and thinner by sheer comparison.
She looked around and called out, “Rarity, are you home? Oh, she’s taking a shower! Hey, big sister, I’m ho– EEP!”
“Oh, Sweetie Belle… you’re home!” the aforementioned occupant answered, turning to face the listener whom slumped upon the purple door with a pink coat upon the visage, “so how’s things be for you lately?”
“O–oh… it’s been g–good…!” the other unicorn stammered as he had soon exited out through the egress.
Clad in only a blue towel wrapped around the waistline, Spike had asked Rarity at once, “do you have anything I can wear since my clothes are dirty?”
“Yes, they are in the spare bedroom on the bed…” the blue eyed unicorn answered quickly, “I just love those big muscles of his.”
“You think that’s the only thing of his that’s big?” Sweetie Belle sighed, still struck with the scarlet streak.
As the purple dragon was out of sight once again, Rarity replied responsively, “what do you mean by that?”
“Nothing…” the other unicorn had choked out, now sweating profusely, “I can’t believe that I’d seen Spike have that…”
“Well, it’s been a while since we spent time together; how about we catch up over a nice hot shower?” the blue eyed mare had chirped before opening the nearby door back up again all at once.
Almost instantaneously, both Rarity and Sweetie Belle had trotted inside a bathroom, being the very same place where he had been guided on over towards. The flooring was different since it was merely but a creamy set of ceramic tiles on the ground, an arrangement of black and white in their checkered pasts. Every wall was painted in a light coat of a chocolaty brown, contrasted by the steel ceiling above that had just watched the two unicorns entered the room. While that the lavatory had no windows whatsoever, it did however had possessed a mirror like the ones in the living room albeit in a rectangular shape. Nevertheless, they had both found themselves accommodated with the presence of a toilet, a sink, a hamper, and a bathtub with a shower head as well.
As soon as the door was closed, Rarity and Sweetie Belle started to shed their clothes at once: while the former did so with ease, the latter was down to the skirt and white blouse. The younger unicorn had quickly averted her jaded gaze away from her sister’s rather vast cleavage as she still struggled to unbutton her thin undergarment left upon the body. Even their flanks provided a crucial difference between them: the tall elder had three diamonds; the younger one had some pink quavers within a purple star among a tricolor shield. Leading the way, Rarity was sensing the icy brisk atmospheric oxygen dousing the white coat upon her body as she stepped into the tub slowly with Sweetie Belle following suit. After taking note of the mixer tap’s three handles, the elder unicorn placed her hand on the one in the middle and then the nearby knobs as well; before long, water shot out of its nozzle. Sure enough, she and her sister were now becoming drenched in the running compound, instantaneously embracing the lukewarm reception being provided for them at once.
As Sweetie Belle focused upon Rarity’s back, the former began to speak at once, “um… do you mind if I tell you about something I saw earlier?”
“Not at all, darling…” the frontal unicorn answered as she had stroked her wet mane, “anything to catch up on the past…”
“Have you… ever saw a stallion’s stallion hood?” the rear counterpart choked out a bit rather hesitantly.
At that point in time, Rarity stopped and turned to face Sweetie Belle with a reply, “oh…? Well, yes, yes I have. Why do you ask?”
“Well… I… kinda walked into the bathroom while Spike was in the shower…” the younger unicorn said as she held her hands apart in a fit of embarrassment, “and… his dragon hood was about this big!”
“Wow, and that shocked you; I thought you were a lesbian!” the elder mare coughed out, holding up her right hand above the lisp.
Sweetie Belle soon snarled out at once before storming out of there, “I’m bisexual! I still like stallions!”
“I’ve never thought about Spike that way…” Rarity said to herself as she watched her sister grab a blue towel from the rack, “come to think of it, I’ve never even thought that he could possess something like that…”
The younger unicorn stomped off from the bathroom, leaving behind a trail of dampness until she had reached another purple door. Rather than returning to her sister, she had found herself in a bedroom and within it, many items that stood around and about at once. The ceiling had a spinner fan suspended ten feet off the ground, acting as the main source of light in the room Sweetie Belle was in. Its background, better yet known as the walls that served as the foundation to the vast bedroom, was surrounded in a darker coating. The floor was basked in a tufted oriental carpentry which though rich in light lavender was purchased on the cheap but cleaned. The sleigh bed that the unicorn had rested upon was donned in a cottony white comforter, matching the dresser and nightstand.
“Huh… Rarity?” she had called out quietly, hearing some hooves striking the floor outside of her room.
Walking outside of the room, Sweetie Belle looked to find her eponymous sister standing behind an open doorframe, clad in a red towel and caught off–guard by the former as the latter shrieked, “Eeek!”
“Whoa!” the younger unicorn had quickly replied as she had soon jumped backward, “calm down! It’s me!”
“Sweet Celestia, I almost jumped out of my skin!” Rarity had gasped, holding her right hand over her bosoms.
Giving her sister some room to breathe, Sweetie Belle asked, “what are you even doing down here peeking in on Spike?”
“A–after you mentioned how big Spike was, I just wanted to see for myself…” the elder unicorn stammered as she had exhaled, “besides, I was kind of surprised that you’ve caught up with him earlier…”
“As much as you see him shirtless, you never bothered guess what he was packing downstairs?” the younger unicorn groaned.
Opening the door rather quickly, Rarity had soon stated all at once, “well, I’m going to find out now!”
“Wait, are you serious?” Sweetie Belle exclaimed as she followed her sister into the room, finding Spike laying across the bed at once, “You see that bulge? Imagine it twice that size. Now let’s scram before he wakes up! Holy shit?! What is he dreaming about!? What are you doing!? Wait? You aren’t going to…”
“Wow, Spike… you really are a mouthful?!” the blue eyed unicorn moaned as she rested her right hand upon the aforementioned dragon’s shaft.
He found himself staring at both of the unicorns all at once, the youngest of the two thinking to herself already, “oh shit! Oh shit! Oh shit! Oh shit! Oh shit!”
“I’m going to need a little help with this one…” Rarity said as she brought Sweetie Belle over in front of Spike at once, “show me how much of a bisexual you are, little sister.”
“How did I get myself into this…?” the younger unicorn groan as she had climbed onto the comforter to meet the purple dragon.
Now that both mares had discarded the towels and revealed their nude forms at once, he struggled to reply, “uh…”
They had now bent down on their knees, glancing firmly at the sodden prepuce which belonged to Spike sticking upwardly. The blue eyed unicorn used her right hand to knead it around playfully like a joystick as her sister had her own tongue slipping out the mouth and slowly sliding around, causing the purple dragon to grit his teeth. Somewhat helplessly, all that he could do was rest his hands on the bed as the two mares licked his shaft; even so, Rarity placed the remaining hand in between her legs at once. The unicorns could barely help themselves but drool and blush every time their tongues went around upon Spike’s prepuce only to break away in due time.
“How about it, Spike?” the blue eyed mare cooed, slowly aligning herself upon the titular dragon’s waist, “you’ve earned it. Just take it slow. It’s my first time.”
“Oh, my gosh… Rarity is giving me her virginity?” he thought to himself as both flanks were centimeters away from his shaft, prompting the observer to cast aside the last article of clothing from his body.
A blushing grin was flexed from Rarity as she planted her upper arms onto the eiderdown, feeling Spike’s prepuce becoming rigid and upright before it plunged through slowly and progressively which had leisurely aroused the former with a moan, “AH~ You can join too. Just lay on your back. Now spread your legs.”
“Oh… okay… AH… HU… MMH…!” Sweetie Belle said as she had now felt her sister’s wet saliva painting her sheath lightly, no doubt a response to the purple dragon’s efforts who kept on going.
A legato of vastly small high–pitched moans had escaped from Rarity along with the added panting before turning into intensely loud yelps of happiness as he moved his claws up to her abdomen. Even Spike could barely help but grunted, panted, and moaned as well every time his thrusting shaft punctured through the white unicorn, causing her to break away from her younger counterpart’s whispering eye.
Rarity grunted amorously as the constant moaning expelled from her mouth, increasing in frequency as she sat upon the purple dragon who’d now grabbed onto her bust at once, "OH! AH! AH! AH! AH! AH!"
“Rarity…” he had then panted during the sensual struggle, sliding all the way through the sheath in the process, “I’m about to cum!”
“Me too!” the eponymous unicorn squealed with delight as she collapsed onto the bed, Spike’s strength spurting into her at once.
It wasn’t long until Rarity broke off from the purple dragon’s grip exhaustedly, prompted her observant sister to ask, “are you okay…?”
“Even better…” the blue eyed mare answered instantly, “goodness that was much better than my vibrator!”
“Oh jeez, Rarity; you can get pregnant like that!” Sweetie Belle exclaimed, recoiling away in shock.
The aforementioned unicorn couldn’t help but laugh as she said, “don’t worry, deary. You can’t get pregnant if you take it up the ass.”
“Story of my life: I’m about to get my ass pounded by a dragon…” the younger unicorn said as she felt his paws clinched onto her croup, stretching them wide before another part of him entered her body, “MMMHF~ AHUH!”
“Wow… this is really tight!” Spike thought to himself as he went inside Sweetie Belle’s tight fundament, feeling more pleasure each time while slowly rubbing against her while sliding the shaft in and out rapidly.
Vastly small high-pitched moans escaped from the younger unicorn’s lips again, struggling to stay still as more jolts travel up her spine with friction growing as she felt the purple dragon’s mass and momentum.
Even he could barely help but grunted every time his thrusting prepuce punctured through Sweetie Belle’s posterior, causing herself to wriggle forward and back like a lavish caterpillar in response to his actions to the point of provide an exhilarating refrain in the process, “AH! AH! AH!”
Panting amorously, Spike then slid his shaft all the way through the younger unicorn’s fundament his strength escaped once again, this time its whitening warmth sending her down onto the bed as the moistened sheath created a stain.
Afterwards, silence had now returned to the room as the occupants were huffing and puffing greatly into extreme exhaustion as they now burned with passion. The two unicorns were currently starting to subside and so was their sensuality as they’d slowly drifted off into slumber all too soon, taking sides almost quickly. Movement between the three was now brought to an absolute minimum with the purple dragon stuck in between them, their hands resting upon his body at once.
Time had passed on through space alongside with the inhabitants whom were drifting aimlessly as the stars amongst the never–ending blackness floated on, each of them to prompt any wayward traveler to harken back to the memories of life when the richest beverage kept their spirits up until their next destination and from the mouth of madness. Of course, time itself was the only thing that remained constant in the ever–changing plane of existence where many variables came in all sorts of shapes and size, coexisting alongside either in unions or divisions thereof, transcending boundaries without incident to say the least; then again, almost all of them succumbed to the folding sooner or later. This interval however would prove to be a special case since that there were those who have found themselves still standing rather than stumbling and falling to the depths of their failure nonetheless; however, not all of them were doing so as the whole wide world turned on its own axis: out of many of those in question, there was indeed two no less.
It wasn’t long until his eyes opened once more, this time awoken to purity on his own terms as he was greeted to the sight of both Rarity and Sweetie Belle in the altogether. Only when did Spike realized that he, too, had lacked any clothes whatsoever did he attempt to clothe himself, seeking the red shorts from aside the bed they’d rested upon. The simple state of the purple dragon was nothing more than of a physiological matter being instantaneously resolved as he had started to hear the two unicorns yawn at once. Amongst the two he’d faced rather quickly, only the blue eyed unicorn made a passing gesture at him, the latter reaching for a nearby shirt that was green with white shoulders.
“I better go…” Spike said soberly, “Twilight is probably gonna yell at me for going missing overnight.”
“Okay, and if you’re free… how about it, dear: same time, tonight?” Rarity had cooed as she then watched the purple dragon leave.
Sweetie Belle could not believe what her sister had said and replied, “what the fuck? Are you in heat or something?”
Sure enough, he found himself all alone on the outside as he started to survey the entire environment that changed ever since his very arrival. First, Spike could see the clouds high above dispersing slowly but surely within the big blue sky, uncovering the golden sun rising upward all at once. A flock of birds were now found to be taking itself to a high level within their new flightpath, singing their hearts out and about as they’d traveled. Dense moisture from yesterday had still remained as the surface upon the many buildings and surrounding flora were overwhelmed with all of them. All that was left to complete this very scene was a stray pedestrian in any varying state of being traveling throughout the town for whatever reason.
As the purple dragon soon trekked across the landscape, he came across a rather tall and large tree in the midst of the many houses nearby them; unlike many trees, this one was serving as an unconventional form of residence. At the top, there was but a small veranda where a little telescope had its clear lens pointing outwardly as it remained safely behind the circumnavigated steel railing, standing out and about in the otherwise quiet town thereof. The many leaves on that tree also had a share of windows peering towards the area on many angles on end alongside the ones within the bark as well, the former outnumbering the latter by a rather greater margin either way. A glass lantern already found its way on the left side hanging from underneath the blossoming awning and over the wooden sign that was planted on the moistened ground, reading “Golden Oaks Library” in a painted emerald. A small beehive remained in a sling from a branch right beneath another balcony on the opposite embankment of the very tree in question, signs of life buzzing about with reckless abandonment almost silently in the clear sunlight. The entrance he stood upon was a singular rubicund door containing the simplistic illustration of a lit candlestick in the very middle of it all, approached by the very travelers who had already came nearby it all within due time.
As Spike started to open the door, he went in to find that the inside of the corpulent tree hollowed out, possessing various anomalies which served as a home within the town. The ligneous ceiling in its entirety had a similar golden sun complete with its own rays, albeit painted in a darker coloring shade and lacking the heat and luster of the thing outside. Almost every inch of the tree’s inner walls easily filled to the brim with innumerable books, each of them varying in every shape, size, shade, state, and substance alike whatsoever. Standing at the opposite sides of the living room in question were but a pair of podiums, one shorter than the other and an open book nearby the stairway but near the bookshelves. A series of stringed beads were found hanging from the ceiling, each of them already acting as an actual artificially active source of luminosity in there even at this sheer moment in time. Speaking of which, a flight of stairs were pointing upwardly to the upper floor, possessing a pattern in where every two accelerative steps was painted with a trio of light pink hearts. Decorating the simplistic cloister of the very ingress were pairs of purple flowers hanging up on both sides, all undisturbed even by the lack of their collective fundamental foundation. All that remained in there was an equidistant tabletop circling around a tree stump, holding up two more books on its very sides and a sculpture of an equine head resting on the base.
“Trixie demands an encore performance…!” a voice sniggered, having been instantaneously heard by the purple dragon who’d followed the source of it upstairs, “one more for the road before we depart…?”
“Hey, Twilight, sorry I didn’t come home last night; I got–” he started to speak while opening another door at the end of the stairway, only to be greeted with a sight that was instantaneously reminding him of last night.
Quickly, Spike had gasped at two mares who were perhaps alike in fair dignity at first glance, just like the two white unicorns from before he left alone since the day had began for all of them. Each of them all had possessed certain common traits: cool coating upon their bodies, a pair of amethyst rings circling around their pupils, and a shocked demeanor donned upon both of their faces. Of course, there were some significant differences that the purple dragon had taken notice upon arrival: both of the mares that he just seen lacked a single thread of clothing on either of their bodies.
Speaking of the two though, he was already able to identify them both at once as of this moment in time despite the acute redness upon his visage. For starters, the mare that was now resting on top was a blue unicorn whereas the opposite one that had resided beneath was but a purple alicorn. Secondly, the former had a light shade of color adorned upon her mane and tail whereas the latter possessed darker strands with only a lone pink. Third of all, the blue unicorn had a star over a stick offset by a crescent moon on both her flanks while the purple alicorn wore a cluster of stars.
The sight of their collective bareness instantly prompted Spike to turn around, leaving one of the mares to ask, “say, Twilight. How big is his dick?”
“Geeze, are all unicorns this horny?” the purple dragon had scoffed, quickly leaving the library all at once, “I’m gonna get something to eat for breakfast…”
Author's Note
Hello and welcome back to One Scale of a Night, my seventeenth My Little Pony fanfic using anthropomorphic canon characters; considering that you are reading my first clopfic with another chapter taking place after the end of the first one so if my warning wasn't good enough to deter you, then let me make this clear: it's (still) not my problem.
As for continuity and timing, this would still be set by at least (roughly less than) a year after the preceding chapter, hence the circumstances for two of the main characters along with the choice of setting featured in this one.
Anyways, I just want to state for the record that My Little Pony, or rather Friendship Is Magic and its setting and characters still belongs to Lauren Faust and Hasbro; also, considering that the fanfic itself is inspired by the aforementioned tumblr comic, all credits should still go to Dekomaru instead of me.
Enjoy it as you are, my dear friends.
Minim
A lone individual was found already sitting down in a small room filled fully with a clash of purples and pinks in various shadings thereof. The very flooring was already littered with such countless fabrics, each of them having possessed more colors than the walls themselves. The amount of elongated drapes was being offset by the abundance of mirrors standing upon its sides, many of them in the same size. The very ligneous ceiling in its entirety had a source of illumination that had guided the occupant of the area, a bulb wrapped in a coil. The sleigh bed that was out within the cold distance was donned in an elaborate red comforter, already surrounded by some lay figures.
One person in particular stood out and about: a white unicorn mare was found sitting down in a black chair right before a machine. Her eyes of a true blue scheme were focused upon a piece of fabric that was of a lighter shade, already in the form of a garment. The white unicorn’s mane and tail were in a radiantly dark shade resembling of mulberries found in fields used to ward of electricity. All that she was wearing was but a long pink dress covering most of her very body, especially considering her corpulent stature.
“Ah, this is perfect!” the white unicorn chirped as she had soon snagged the article of clothing from within the device’s grip at once.
It wasn’t long until she had heard some footsteps now approaching rather closely to her location, remaining unperturbed by the steady increase of decibels in the process. Defaulting the soft gaze towards the purple door nearby, the white unicorn had instantaneously came across a purple dragon with a large sack slung over the shoulder. Every scale was painted in emerald green just like his own two eyes, offset by the matching shirt worn upon the upper torso, offset by the only white shoulders thereof. Adorning the purple dragon’s lower body were a pair of rose red shorts bearing a rather thicker texture than the very shirt he was wearing itself currently at that moment.
He approached the white unicorn while saying, “honey, I’m home! Got a big haul of sapphires today!”
“Oh good for you darling…” she sighed as the purple dragon kissed her, “speaking of which, Miss Shores is going to be requesting a set of outfits for the joint collab with Countess Coloratura next month…”
“Yeah, I heard all about it from your sister, Rarity; she was so ecstatic about it she wanted to invite all of her friends for Apple Bloom’s birthday party on that week…” he said before leaving the room with the stash of gemstones.
The eponymous unicorn started to stretch out the diminutive garment she had created with both hands, taking note of the simplistic style that her dress had shared. She soon started to put the clothing down on the table nearby the machine and started to pat her stomach, taking note of the protruding shape it had already taken. Rarity then looked at her left hand and turned both eyes towards the gold ring around the middle finger, bearing a crimson jewel that was smaller than a mere pea.
Looking back at the open door that the purple dragon had just left opened, the white unicorn couldn’t help but think to herself, “I guess now’s the time that a lady such as myself should clean up before slumbering…”
She had soon started to take a stand and sauntered out of the bedroom where he had retreated to, her small smile being interspersed with a sigh. It wasn’t long until Rarity had now instantaneously found herself going down a flight of stairs in the process, surrounded by a sea of purple. The fact the white unicorn remained aware of the purple dragon’s presence made her feel like at home since that’s where their hearts were.
“Hey Rarity…!” a single voice spoken to her, belonging to Spike whom had made an approach, “is everything okay…?”
“Why, of course it is, Spikey–Wikey: I just needed to clear my mind before I go to bed; ‘early to bed, early to rise’ is what mom would say…” Rarity had answered the purple dragon almost instantaneously.
He began to turn towards the exit and had asked the white unicorn, “do you want anything to eat, m’lady…?”
“Normally, a mare like myself would try to watch my own figure but our offspring needs to be healthy…” she had started to give her reply, looking towards her stomach, “what’s your take on some cupcakes…?”
“Any flavor you have in mind…?” Spike soon asked Rarity, now closer to the door almost immediately at that very moment.
With a petite gurgle, the white unicorn had said to the purple dragon, “blackberry ginger flavor with a hint of jade buttons…”
“Jade buttons…?” he had stuttered slightly before chuckling about, “okay then, if that’s what my beloved wants…”
She was then left all alone once more before trotting inside a nearby bathroom, being able to reach an area so richly desired all not too long ago. Rarity started to shed her clothes at once, still sporting a rather vast cleavage while sensing the brisk atmospheric oxygen dousing her white coat. As the white unicorn soon stepped into the tub slowly, she had taken note of the mixer tap’s three handles and placed her hand on the one in the middle. It wasn’t even long until some water had shot out of its nozzle, now drenching her in the running compound as she instantly embraced the reception.
Rarity reached for a red washcloth and a yellow bar of soap and started washing herself all at once, feeling happy about her solidarity at once. The upright ears were the white unicorn’s first target as they were both invaded by the cloth before retreating already within due time no less. Secondly, she started scrubbing her face starting with the cheeks, wiping away the sweat off from her brow as the froth alone now took their place. Next, Rarity bristled around her neck with the soapy washcloth and then both her arms, spume already seeping upon her over and underneath. Then, the white unicorn chortled quietly as she had scoured her cleavage, more soap left behind as they dripped around and towards the lower torso. More bubbles then circled around her tail and flanks as they were both simultaneously cleaned before they also had appeared on her cannons. Rarity’s washcloth reached her hooves as they were scrubbed along with the heels and coronets; sure enough, she was completely covered in foam.
The showerhead's nozzle fixed onto the white unicorn’s body again, this time rinsing her body around as the suds slithered down away from the coat and down into the drain. Using the very same water thereof, she had doused her radiant purple mane gently as the water had soaked it in its entirety, absorbing more moisture than it was done long before. Rarity reached for a bottle on a rack beneath the showerhead, squirted some substance upon herself, and started lathering the tresses inclusively 'til her hair turned lighter. Subsequently, the concentrated deluge had cleanse it of the solution; of course, repetition followed after: the white unicorn spout more, lathered locks, and rinsed again. It wasn't long before she had switched bottles from the so same rack they have both originated from; likewise, it was all the same in terms of function whatsoever and afterwards.
Subsequently, a whispering eye caught Rarity's attention as she had lathered the red washcloth again with the very soap from before, now covering it completely before rubbing slowly. The tightening reaction of the white unicorn’s sheath now chaffing against the washcloth and water pouring around her body had forced a gradually quiet moan to escape all at once. Even so, she had started to nudge through, barely able to help but moan each time the very textures of both surfaces made contact; in no time, they then have turned into loud yelps of happiness. In a little while, Rarity spread both her legs and remained otherwise hands–free as she had then started making some small movements slowly; still, the red washcloth scoured onward. Another high–pitched moan escaped from the white unicorn’s lips as she had felt a small jolt traveling up her spine while holding onto herself, quivering on with irresistible pleasure. Now stroking up and down deep into her whispering eye before wedging back onward with its very contents gathering onward, she still continued to moan a blissful refrain of ecstasy. In return, Rarity’s movements and massaging had caused her sheath to squirt a clear fluid on the red washcloth, a whinny from the mouth being a clear sign of satisfaction now achieved.
“Huh…?” the white unicorn gasped instantaneously, turning around to find that she wasn’t alone as originally thought of before.
Standing before herself was none other than Spike himself, now devoid of the clothes from before as he had chuckled, “looks like you were having some fun just earlier; mind if I join in, Rarity…?”
“I take that the cupcakes are here already…” the aforementioned unicorn had stammered onward, dropping the red washcloth before regaining her own composure at once rather quickly, “I don’t see why not darling…”
“The usual…?” the purple dragon inquired, earning a blush from her as she started to bend downward.
Rarity coyly replied to him, “oh, let’s try something different, dearie… just be gentle with me though…”
A blushing grin was flexed from the white unicorn as she had return to where she was while Spike had started to feel his prepuce becoming rigid and upright against the running waters. It wasn’t even long until the purple dragon held his claws onto both of her flanks rather gently, stretching them wide, took his shaft, and plunged through slowly and progressively. Rarity soon started feeling more pleasure each time he had rubbed against her while sliding the yard in and out rapidly, causing the former to waver on around and increase in luxury. Some vastly small high–pitched moans had escaped from the white unicorn’s lips again along with the added panting, turning into intensely loud yelps of happiness than ever before. With the friction growing about in the heat, even Spike could barely help himself but grunted, panted, and moaned as well, his thrusting prepuce puncturing her very fundament. Rarity had then wriggled forward and back in response to the speedily increasing momentum all at once just to make a part of the purple dragon work harder to pleasure her greatly. The white unicorn placed one of her fingers upon the nubbins and clamped down hard onto the surface as they remained within the confined space of mist and moisture all around.
“Oh Rara… I think… I’m gonna… cum soon!” he had grunted amorously holding on tightly to her prat upon making the statement all at once, slapping against the latter very repetitively, “here it–––”
“OH, SPIKE…!” Rarity had then screamed out the titular dragon’s name joyously during the sensual struggle as he had then slid his own yard all the way through, feeling some whitening warmth conjoining within as if they were typhoon force winds drilling inside her with great pleasure.
Then, he had then paused, still grasping the white unicorn's body tightly as both of his own hands had slid from her flanks to the front abdomen, one of which was currently covering her very navel. She had turned to face Spike once more and stood up straight as both their eyes now closed and heads neared each other as the two pushed their lips closer to one another, still warm to the touch. Unsurprisingly, the kiss they have begun to share started to grow stronger, growing more eager as their mouths finally opened as one another passed with their tongues finally slipping out in due time. Both of themselves explored each other’s mouths with such overwhelming ecstasy, they couldn’t help but let themselves continue onward for at least over a minute or two tongue–tied in the water. Of the two whom were lip–locked into an embrace, only Rarity herself was the first to break away from the osculation slowly but surely as she had slowly retracted her hands from the purple dragon.
As the white unicorn returned her attention to the nozzle that rained upon them, he had asked her, “wanna finish this upstairs, Rarity…?”
“Gladly…” the eponymous occupant quickly answered Spike, “those cupcakes can wait from now ‘til then…”
“Well then, hope your body can take it by then…” the purple dragon slowly chuckled as he had departed from the bathtub, leaving the libidinous white unicorn alone once again in the very process.
She had stared at her own body that was still being saturated with streams of water above herself, scrubbing away the stains of the previous sequence. Rarity wore her smile firmly as she had soon shut off the regulator all at once, the achromatic element ceasing to pour out despite the condensation. The white unicorn was immediately clothed in mist and water clinging to her very coat even despite the lack of textiles in dire requisite thereof. Sure enough, she had started to sauntered out from the bathtub almost instantaneously but she didn’t bother to even dry herself as she left at once.
