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.