Sexty Minute Stories

Author’s Note: I don’t really ship Rarity, but I was determined to do this prompt to show support to the blog. So the story might have gotten a little ambitious for something sexy written in sixty minutes, and it’s probably really rushed as a result. Sorry, I’ll do better next time. -O

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Rarity awoke before her lover, husband as of yesterday afternoon, in the posh hotel room in Canterlot. The handsome lavender unicorn stallion was sleeping peacefully. And, it had to be admitted, snoring a bit.

Rarity nuzzled next to his ear. “Good morning, my prince.”

“Wha? Oh.” He opened his eyes and smiled sleepily. “Morning, princess. Want some breakfast?”

“I was thinking that breakfast might wait a bit.” Rarity said seductively.

The stallion grinned. “More of last night?”

“Oh yes.” Rarity said, nuzzling down his deep green mane. She couldn't believe how lucky she'd been.

It was two months ago when Twilight's cousin arrived from Canterlot to take Spike's place as her assistant. Spike had just grown too big to stay in Ponyville, he no longer fit inside any of the shops. Twilight had gone to see him off, and returned with Sparkfire, the absolutely hunkiest unicorn Rarity had ever seen. He was tall and slender, with almost the build of an alicorn, and the gentlest green eyes. He'd swept her off of her hooves immediately.

Her husband pulled her face to his for a deep kiss, then continued kissing across her cheek, to the nape of her neck then down her throat. She rolled over, allowing him access to her chest, which he peppered with more kisses.

The night of their first kiss couldn't have been more perfect. He had been the gentlecolt of her dreams, the evening had been carefully planned, the meal exquisite, the flowers her favorite, and the walk home in the moonlight was so romantic she could just swoon.

They came to her front door and she smiled and fluttered her eyelashes, giving him every hint to kiss her. But he still seemed nervous as he asked, “Can- can I kiss you?”

“Yes,” She whispered, because that's how this was done. Her actual answer was more along the lines of YES!

He leaned in and kissed her. And there were fireworks.

Literally. Pink magic enveloped him, both of them. Rarity nearly panicked, but something about it felt warm and right. They kissed for a long time before he pulled away, grinning.

“I knew it! Oh, wait 'til I tell Twilight.”

“Tell Twilight what?” Rarity asked, still dazed but now confused and slightly offended.

“Tell her. . . Rarity, I have something to tell you. I'm- I'm not Twilight's cousin.”

“Who are you? What is going on?” She demanded, backing away.

“There was this spell. . . Princess Cadance could do it. But Twilight thought it was dumb. I had to find true love in a month, without revealing who I was, or it wouldn't work.”

Those gentle green eyes looked into hers. “But I told her, I knew I could find true love. I already knew the pony I'd love forever, and the only thing I wanted in the world was a chance to love her. The chance to be a stallion.”

Rarity gasped. “Spike?”

He nodded. “I love you, Rarity. And you sealed the spell. I'm a pony now, for the rest of my life.”

Tears were coming to Rarity's eyes. At Spike's earnestness, at the love in his face, and at the overwhelming feeling of joy in her heart at having found a pony she knew would treat her like a princess.

“I- I love you, Spike.” She grinned. “I love you!” She practically threw herself at him, kissing him deeply, which he returned with just as much passion.

As he moved farther down her body, his lips caressing her, she took the tip of his horn in her mouth.

“Oh wow. Oh Rarity, please. . .” Spike begged. She grinned and swirled her tongue around the hard bone as he moaned his approval, his hooves rubbing her sides.

She sucked the full length of the horn into her mouth, drawing it out slowly as she felt his stallionhood unsheathing against her leg.

When the tip left her lips, she smiled down at the awestruck stallion. “Somepony likes that, doesn't he?”

He grinned. “Oh yeah. Wanna see how much?”

“Oh yes. Show me exactly how much.” She breathed.

He pulled away from her and she took her cue to roll over, holding her tail to the side. She expected to feel his stallionhood against her already wet entrance, but instead she felt his long tongue, gently caressing, teasing her.

“Oh Spike, dear, please! Don't tease me like that.”

“Sorry, my lady.” She felt him nuzzle up her rear and then over her back, forelegs tenderly wrapping around her as she felt him shift behind her. “Say the word, oh beautiful one.”

Rarity smiled and relaxed at the tenderness of his every word, every motion. “Take me, my prince.”

“You got it.” He said, and he pressed his length against her, then she felt herself part to allow it to enter her slowly. Inch by inch he filled her as he held her close.

Once he was deep inside of her, he began to move, slowly pulling out so that she could feel every movement, then thrusting quickly back in, giving her a shock of pleasure.

“Oh please, darling, more. Faster.”

He complied immediately, his strokes turning hard and fast. Rarity moaned and felt herself clench around him. He didn't let up, drawing her orgasm out, keeping her in that blissful state for what seemed like an eternity.

Finally she heard him start to moan, and his rhythm became erratic as he pressed against her, holding her tight, and climaxed. She felt the warmth inside her body coupled with the warmth of his body pressed to hers as the waves of pleasure subsided into perfect peace.

They laid like that for a long time in afterglow, two ponies as close to one another as it was possible to be.

Eventually, Spike spoke up. “Want me to make you breakfast?”

“Spike, dear? We're in a hotel. We just have to call room service.”

“Oh, right! Want me to do that?”

“Just hold me for a bit longer. Breakfast can wait.”

“Sure. Breakfast can wait.” Spike said, laying his head on Rarity's back. “That's how much I love you.”