“Spike? Are you present?” Rarity’s voice carried off from the other side of the door.

Spike let out a low snarl, anger and rage infused every fiber, every matter of his body. His body started to smoke and pieces of his clothes had begun to burn. After what he just discovered, after finding out what really transpired that evening, Rarity was a fool to actually show her face around him.

Of all the deceitfulness, asinine of things Rarity could have done, this was the worst. Setting Rachel up to Bouncer and his goons, lying right to his face. Sure, it would be easy to pull the mare in and tear her limb from limb, but he wanted to know why she did it before letting his primal rage taking over.

Rarity knocked three times on the door again, causing Spike to turn towards the door. He bottled all of his rage up just enough to walk towards the door, grabbing the knob gently enough to not crush the brass before opening it up.

Just as Rarity was about to knock again, the door swung open. She wore her noir trench coat, showing off the black lacy stockings that covered her long, slender legs. Spike could pretty much guess what she was wearing underneath that coat judging by the stockings..

“Oh, there you are,” Rarity said, taking her hand over her throat and cleared it, “I thought you were taking a bath or something.”

Spike snarled at her, his free hand clenched so hard his claws actually broke the calased scales and he started to drip blood. Trying to keep a lid of his anger wasn’t working at all.

Rarity’s eyes widened when she saw the blood dripping to his ground, finally seeing the smoking rising from his body and the slowly burning shirt. Getting the sense that Spike wasn’t in the nicest of moods. “Is something wrong, darling?”

Spike shot his bloody hand out, grabbing Rarity roughly by her right forearm. “Spike wha~!” Rarity screamed in her surprise.

“Get in here!” He hissed loudly while roughly dragging Rarity into the room, and slammed the door behind him. Spike then threw Rarity to the ground, the motion caused her trench coat to open and revealed the black skimpy bra and matching lacy panties. Just what Spike had guessed what she wore underneath.

Rarity slowly sat up, hugging herself before turning to Spike with fear in her eyes. “What is the meaning of this?” she asked loudly, looking at her arm. Rarity saw Spike’s bloody handprint on her arm, his claws somehow managed to tear the sleeve to shreds.

Spike breathed heavily, trying to get a handle of himself as he glared at the mare before him. “Rarity,” said the angry dragon, “you have one chance to save yourself. Right here, right now, I want the truth…”

“The truth?” Rarity gasped. “What truth? Spike, what’s going on? Why are you acting like-”

Spike tried so hard to keep his tone down and not roar, but it was a losing battle. “Tell me the truth about what actually happened tonight. Or so help me sweet Celestia, i won’t be able to stop myself from hurting you.”

“I already told you what I told the security ponies,” Rarity jumped by how angry Spike was getting. “Rachel went to find me and explained what happened during the show when Bouncer and his horrid friends came and took us to the-”

“I am sick and tired of all of your lies, Rares!” Spike roared at her. His clothes were burning off, the taste of sulfur coaxed his tongue as the result of his fire glands were activating. He was so close to burning Rarity to ash, maybe even ruining her so called pretty face. “I saw the fucking text you sent her!”

If Rarity wasn’t afraid of Spike before, she sure was then. “What…?” she whimpered in confusion.

“You took my phone and texted Rachel to meet at the boiler room, and then probably paid Bouncer and his friends to attack her. Tell me if I’m correct so far.” Tiny veins were popping all over his muscles and the green glow grew brighter and brighter. He tried to control himself but it was a losing battle.

Rarity whimpered in fear, surprised by the extent of Spike’s hostility. “Spike… you have to understand, I wasn’t in the right mind.”

“When were you ever in the right mind?! Ever since what happened to you last year, you’ve changed!”

Rarity gasped in shock. “You know?’

“I knew that you were raped last year by a human? Fuck yeah I did. Twilight sent me a letter explaining what happened. Do you even remember me leaving the Dragon Migration early and stayed with you in your hospital room?”

The realization hit the mare hard. After everything went on… she’d forgotten Spike was even there. Remembering how Spike stayed in the hospital room the longest, seeing how caring he was to her during the trial and everything else before he was forced by Empress Ember to come back to the Dragon Lands.

“I was with you, Rarity. I was with you throughout all of it. I asked you if you need to talk about it but you pushed me out. I figured you were too traumatic to talk about it. I even offered you on multiple occasions a chance to see a therapist, but you blatantly ignored me.” Spike growled louder and louder.

Rarity scrambled up on her feet. “Spike, I’m sorry, I’m truly, truly sorry.” She was in tears. “I’m not right, please you have to understand.” She goes to place her hands on his burning chest.

Spike grabbed hold of her wrists to stop her. “You’re so messed up, you were going to have Rachel get raped the same way you were.” His tone was very dark. So close he came to popping off, to show Rarity what this big dumb dragon can do when he’s angered once more.

Rarity gasped. “I’d never let any creature get raped. Rachel actually offered a hand of friendship, to give me a chance to be friends with her. If I knew Bouncer was going to do that, I’d never hire him to the begin with!”

“It should’ve never happened!” He pushed Rarity away. Rarity yelped, she staggered back till she regained her balance.

Rarity’s eyes were full of tears. “Spikey, I’m so very sorry, I’ll do anything to make it up to you.” She cried.

Spike felt his fire swelled up, he wasn’t able to keep it down much longer. He quickly turned to the trash bin that was next to the bed, he took a deep breath before shooting a quick burst of fire at it. Setting the Rarity plushie that was in the bin up in a green blaze. Rarity jumped with a shout.

Spike grunted. “It’s not me who you should make it up to,” he moved from his spot and walked towards this suitcase, grabbing a fresh pair of pants and shirt and changed out of the burnt clothes and into the clean clothes. He then bundled up to burned up clothes and tossed them into the burning trash bin and allowed them to burn to ash. “It’s up to Rachel. Whatever she wants to do with you, I’ll back her up.”

Spike turned around and headed towards the cabin door.

“Where are you going?” Rarity asked in her crying state.

“To see my girlfriend. She’s the one I need to be with, not with some manipulative, psychotic cunt.” He goes to open the door before Rarity shot after him, grabbing his arm in her hands and stopped him.

“Spike, please stay, I need you.” Rarity begged. “Please Spikey wikey.”

“Unless you want to learn how to use a sewing machine with stumps, back the fuck off.” Spike snarled, baring his teeth at her. He tore his arm out of her grasp. “The only reason why I haven’t killed you is because of our history together. If you hurt Rachel by any means or do anything to ruin my relationship with her, our history won’t mean shit when I’m through with you.” The threat was genuine, sending a bone chilling sensation down the mare’s spine.

“But Spike...I love you.” Rarity whispered Fluttershy’s level of softness. The bodacious, flairboiant drama queen was reduced to this meek pony who’d crumble to pieces by the dragon’s harshful stare.

“When I get back here, you better be gone. I suggest you get some help or else.” And with that, Spike left his room, leaving a heart-shattered unicorn behind.

After finding out that Rachel wasn’t in the infirmary but back in her room, Spike quickly rushed to the upper cabins. He needed Rachel, he had to see her now before she leaves for Fillydelphia in the morning.

Spike retraced his steps all the way to her door. When he got to her door, her scent overwhelmed him as he stood right where it was the strongest. He took in a deep breath, gaining enough confidence to reach up and tapped on the door with his claws and waited patiently.

The door opened and Rachel stood there with a big grinned. He saw the bandage above her left eye and her right arm on a sling, a minor cut on her lips, dressed in a pair of black shorts and a tank top.

He was overjoyed that it was all she had in the result from the fight. “Hey, are you alright?” Spike asked her.

“Yeah,” Rachel said, “just a sprained shoulder, nothing more than I could handle.” She smirked softly though covering up the fact it was a dislocated shoulder she repaired herself. “Thus, The Brave and Noble Spike comes to see if his damsel is well taken care of?”

“Something like that.” He said, his heart fluttering when she dubbed him that. “Can I come in?”

With that adorable cocky smirk, she pushed the door opened wider and stepped aside. “About time you asked.” The evening’s horrible attempts on her haven’t diminished her charming personality..

Spike entered the room finally and saw what was inside: though it was decorated like any other room, most of the space was bare. There wasn’t a couch, coffee table or dining table in sight. A large desk filled with tiny vials of paint, brushes, bowls of water lay center of the room, the bed and dresser pushed the far corner. Huge white sheets on the floor and hung on the walls covering completely in various splatter paints. Several finished canvases leaned against a bare wall, paintings of landscapes, the ship and cityscape. The Luna Dreamscape that was in the Art Gallery.

One on an easel captured his attention. It was of him. Normally he’d witnessed paintings and sculptures of himself all throughout the Crystal Empire; from his saving it from King Sombra, saving the Equestrian Games to even telling them that a changeling like Thorax can change. All of him showing how brave and noble of him. He’d recognized them depicting how big and fantastic he was. Showing him as a hero.

This painting was different.

It was painting of him, but there was no cheering ponies around him, nothing showing even the slightest tale of his successes. It was just him, leaning against the zeppline’s railing, wearing the suit he wore on the first night. The one he wore when Rarity broke his heart.

But instead of a glum depressed look on his face, it was full of life and love, especially staring at the person next to him. Bearing an arm wrapped around that person with wholly gentleness was of Rachel. But instead dressed in the outfit she wore on that day, it was a light purple gown she had on: The top was a heart shaped neckline corset that glittered underneath the moonlight, the skirt hugged her hips before gracefully falling to the ground like a waterfall, splitting to the side to show off her toned legs. Her hair up in a simple braid and wearing a red ruby choker. He mentioned giving a ruby to Rarity years ago and it ended up on her neck. The lights surrounding them were the firefly flowers, floating around by the thousands, tying it all together beautifully.

It was simple, but to him, it was the most stunning thing he’d ever seen in his life.

“Was this the one you had me pose for the other day?” Spike asked as he got a closer expectation of the painting.

She nodded. “If you want it, you can keep it.” Rachel said, coming up next to him. “I didn’t have had time to buy the wrapping.”

Wrapping? He thought before turning to her.

She smiled and slightly nudged him with her good arm. “It’s your birthday today.” She said, motioning to the clock on the wall, it was one in the morning, the seventh day, their last day here. “Well, it was. I was going to give it to you after the Fashion Show… before things escalated.” Rachel then let out a sigh. “To tell you the truth...I was there on that first night… I was on my way outside to get some fresh air when I saw you flying over head. I saw how hurt you were by Rarity’s rejection.”

“You...you did?” Spike turned around and stared at her; he was absolutely astonished over the fact that she was there after his failed proposal to Rarity.

Rachel nodded. “I wanted to race over there and give you a hug, but I chickened out. I did plan on looking for you the next day,” she then chuckled, “but it seems you found me.” And boy that was a good moment there. Spike smiled in memory and stared at her.

Somehow, Rachel was always there. Even when they weren’t together, she was there for him. Spike never felt more sure about her than anything else. “Thank you, I love it.” and he meant every word of it.

“You’re welcome.” she said before taking the sling off of her and tossing it somewhere on the floor and rolling the injured shoulder. “This damn thing was chafing me. I’m okay without it.”

“Didn’t the doctor say you have to wear that?”

“It’s filly size. They can use all their magic they like to make it smaller, it doesn’t fit.”

Spike chuckled. “Yeah, you got a point.” He said before sighing. Now or never Spike, he thought before looking down at her. “Rachel, I’m sorry about what happened at the Fashion Show. I should’ve believed you. If I had, you wouldn’t gotten hurt like you did.”

“I’m fine, really.” She told him, looking up. “If I knew what the twins were planning from the get go, none of this would happen, with Rarity and all.”

“Rarity deserves more for paying those guys to attack you,” Spike wanted to say but didn’t want to deter this moment. So instead, he said. “Rachel, since this trip started, I was in a bad state. The mare I thought I was in love with tore my heart and shattered it so bad I thought I wasn’t going to feel anything for anypony ever again.” Spike reaches down and brushed a stray hair away from her face, framing her in his claws, her deep soulful eyes staring back at him. “And in a way, I’ll never feel for any pony again, because I’m in love with you.”

“Spike…” Rachel whispered his name with heartbreaking softness.

“I-I know we only knew each other for a week, but Rachel… I want to be with you. I spent so many years pleasing others that I never had anyone do the same for me.” Spike said, pouring his heart to her. “You see for who I am and appreciate it honestly. I-I don’t care what others had to say about it, they can go fuck off for all I care. I never felt this way before and I never want it to end. I want- I need you. I want to make sure no one hurts you ever again.”

Rachel came up to him, standing on her tiptoes. Trying to get as tall as she could, her hands cupping his cheek. She pulled him down to her height before she pushed her lips onto the dragon’s mouth.

Spike automatically closed his eyes from the kiss, his arms wrapped around her body carefully. He hauled Rachel off her feet, her legs wrapped around his waist. Her scent fueling him in this burning passion inside him.

Catching her breath, Rachel broke the kiss, laying her forehead onto his.

He looked at the girl with a chuckle of his own. “What do you say?”

Rachel pulled away slightly, but kept her arms wrapped around his shoulders. “Spike, after what I went through with my ex and the loss of my baby, I was in a wreck. My roommates basically forced me to go out on this ship to try to forget.” She sighed softly, looking at him with tears in her eyes. “In your own special way, you pulled me out of this deep, dark depression I was in. With your kindness, with your jokes, your smile, just you being you, I climbed out of that hole. Like you, I don’t give a damn what others think, I love you, Spike. Fireballs and all.”

Before the tears fell off her cheeks, Spike stuck out his forked tongue and licked the tears trailing up, flicking the corners of her eyes before kissing her eyelids and shuddered softly. His wings flapped slightly, wrapping them around Rachel, hugging her close to his body.

They kissed passionately, their tongues tangled and danced for dominance. Spike’s muscles loosened but maintained his grip. Only when hearing Rachel moaned was when whatever tether held him back snapped.

With his wings flared open, Spike spun around before setting her down on her back on the desk, among the paints and brushes and bowls of water. He thrusted his tongue in her mouth, and his hands glided up underneath her shirt until he cupped her supple breasts that were the perfect size. Pinching her erect nipples with his claws, hearing her cry with pain and pleasure moaning in his kiss.

Spike’s intent at that moment was to finish what they had started days ago on that night in the pool.

Being cautious of her injured shoulder, Spike trailed down from her jaw, along her neck and collarbone, his tongue trickling down to the space between her breasts. As he continued to indulge himself, Rachel let out a few quiet moans and gasps in pleasure.

Spike stopped kissing Rachel- and used this moment to grab her shirt, pulling it over Rachel’s head and then flung it at a corner somewhere. Spike looked down at Rachel in desire, seeing her top half nude before him.

Spike’s eyes gazed down along her sides and stomach, and he noticed the horrible bruises she sustained from the fight. There were huge black and blue bruises all over her sides, the center of her stomach and down to the waistline of her shorts. His eyes softened with a moan.

He leaned down, slowly, so achingly slowly, Spike kissed each bruise she had gained from hours ago.

Rachel sat up with a grunt before seeing what he was doing. Seeing Spike kissing each hoof-size bruising she had from being repeatedly kicked. Kissing each bruise as if it would remove the aching pain.

When he got to her breasts, Spike let out a low growl, going over to her nipple and put his mouth around the nipple and sucked. Playing and tugging it roughly between his teeth. As he sucked on her, he raised a hand and began groping her other breast, kneading and playing with it. He took his free hand and pinned the human onto the table in place, holding her by her waist. He listened to her whimper and moan as he played with her tits, it was like the pleasant sound of music to his ears; an instrument that he was determined to play.

He glanced up at her, seeing the face she was making, silently begging him to pursue more, he happily obliged. The hand that was pinning Rachel moved up, laying it beside her head as he moved to the other breast and bestowed it the same worshiping treatment. His hand plopping beside her head onto a thing of rainbow infused paint by accident.

Spike lets up from his teasing, glancing at his hand, dripping in the colorful substance and let out a chuckle. He looked at Rachel who lay breathless before him. With a smirk, he took his fingers and gently drew on her skin, circling around her breasts, down her sides, causing her to squirm and wiggle under his touch.

“Spah-Spike!” Rachel squealed in laughter, squirming under his fingers as Spike painted over her ticklish spots. For a change, she was being used as his canvas.

Spike eventually stopped his painted and gazed into her eyes. He felt a burning sensation growing on his cheeks, the look of lust danced around of emerald eyes.

“Spike…” Rachel croaked softly. Her cheeks also burned with the same burning passion and longing for his touch.

Spike bent down and kissed his mate passionately. Rachel hands gathering in some paint as well and gotten all over the spikes of his back, some along his wings, streaks of yellows, reds, greens and blues smeared all over Spike’s body and face.

Spike’s hands trailed down to the waistband of her shorts, gripped the edges and proceed to pull them off before Rachel pulled away from his kiss breathless. “H-hold up.” She gulped heavily.

“What’s wrong?” Spike asked, he was also breathless but was worried if he was going too far. He could smell her pheromones rising and it was bringing about his raging primal needs out. “Too much?”

“What?! Psh! You fuckin’ kidding me? No.” Rachel told him. She grabs a cup of water from the table and threw it across the room and hitting the bathroom door. “You two. Get out, now!” She let out a snarl.

Spike looked at her confused before he heard giggling coming from the bathroom and turned his head around and saw the door opening, and he saw the sexling twins coming out of the bathroom.

“Oh c’mon!” Ruby called out. “Not even a minute?”

“Just one moment?” Gemcity whined but had a huge grin on her face. “We can just stand back and wa-”

“Fuck. Off.” Rachel gritted her teeth aggressively. Though she was human, she was intimidating as hell. Made Spike’s wings flung open, and his desire for her growing much stronger. A major turn on for him.

The twins laughed at each other before slinking their way out of the suite. Giving the two one last look before closing the door behind them.

Rachel groaned softly before looking at Spike with a candid look. “Sorry, I forgot they were-” She froze when she saw the hunger in Spike’s eyes. His pupils had turned to slits.

They stared at each other for a moment before Spike grabbed her wrists, held them above her head and hungerly kissed her. His tongue thrusts back into her mouth and not giving her any second of dominance. He couldn’t wait anymore. Pulling away where only a thin string of saliva strung between the two, leaving her breathless.

“You’re mine…” Spike gutturally said.

Grabbing her by her waist, Spike lifted Rachel over his shoulder, hefting her up like she weighed nothing. Carrying her to the bed, he wholly drops her down onto the mattress. Rachel gasped before Spike came on top of her once more.

Grabbing the fabric of her shorts, he tugged and yanked them off, tossing them somewhere in the room. His eyes drifted down towards her exposed sex, her legs spread apart, giving him a peek of what she has to offer. Spike lowered himself down to where his snout were mere inches from her entrance. The dragon glanced up to meet Rachel’s gaze before his forked tongue extended out, pushing through her folds and truly tasted the girl before him.

The first lick nearly pushed Rachel to sit up as it just grazed across her clit.

Spike let out a sharp growl, liking what he tastes and pushed his snout further, past her folds and begins eating her out. His hands pushing the human’s legs more apart so he could gain more access.

“Oh-oh fuck!” Rachel moans loudly. Grabbing handfuls of the sheet and felt his tongue lapping her sensitive cherry, feeling it slipping in and out of her crevice. The feel of her velvet walls encasing his tongue as he ate her from the inside.

“Yesssss, oooh!” Rachel hissed and gasped as she felt him explored her sacred depths. Indulging in her squeaks and moans only made him go along in her faster. Spike’s mate had then hooked her legs around his head and pushed him down further in her. “Spike!” She cried out his name as Spike lapped more over her clit.

His teeth gently nipped and tugged on her while his tongue continued to probe the girl’s now dripping sex. Her juices tasted the the same as her scent, sweet and arousing. He couldn’t get enough of her.

Spike kept on. He loved hearing her crying out his name like that, almost like a prayer of sorts, he loved the taste of her on his tongue, the feel of her soft skin molding in his hands. Spike loved every moment of it. His fingers slipped inside of her, feeling the warm familiar tightness of her walls squeezing around them as Spike continued.

Rachel would’ve shot off the bed if it wasn’t for Spike pinning her down on it. Just like at the pool, Spike could feel that Rachel was coming close. Not this time though, not yet.

Moving away from her legs, Spike stood on his knees, grabbing his shirt, he nearly tores it off of him before crawling over on top of her, though minding of Rachel’s injured shoulder. The two fought in a heated kiss, Rachel moans deeply at the taste on her dragon’s lips and tongue. Tasting her own juices only ignited the fire in her belly more.

Rachel’s hands roam the deep tensed contours of Spike’s harden muscles, sliding over his sensitive wings, enticing Spike to growl through the heated kiss. Spike’s hands explored of his girl’s soft flesh, roaming over her breasts to indulging into her soaking sex, rubbing her sensitive clit to groping and squeezing her ass.

Feeling himself harder than the strongest gems, Spike couldn’t take it anymore. He sat up on his knees again and unbuttoning his pants and pulled them off. His cock sprung out, causing Rachel’s eyes to widened by it. The shaft itself was 9 inches thick just by looking at it and then length? No words could even describe that monster. She looked intimidated by it but there was a look of hunger in her eyes.

Tossing the pants somewhere off the mattress, Spike nestled down, Rach’s legs hooked around his waist as best as she could. Spike grabbed her by the hips, his wings slightly flared. He aligns himself at her entrance when he suddenly froze.

A realization hits him hard: It was obvious he was big compared to his girlfriend, much bigger than what Rachel’s probably used to. Spike could seriously hurt her, he doesn’t want that. He almost backed out.

Rachel sees his hesitation. She sat up on one arm and reaches out with the other and cupped her hand on his cheek. “It’s going to be fine.” She said softly. “I can handle it.”

“I don’t want to hurt you.” Spike muttered, looking into her deep eyes.

“You won’t,” she said before the corner of her lips curled. “If it gets too much, I’ll shout out a safe word: Papaya.”

Spike snickered at the odd choice of a word. “What the heck is a papaya?”

“It’s a strange fruit, I never actually seen one.”

This girl…. this funny, sweet, beautiful random creature beneath him. Fearless, bold...everything about her. Unafraid of what would happen, giving him a boost confidence. With that, Spike held onto Rachel and pushed himself inside slowly.

He snarled softly with the feel of Rachel’s vaginal walls squeezing around him. Spike figured she’d be tight due to her being smaller than him but this was unbelievable. And he only got the head inside! Not hearing the safe word from Rachel, Spike pushed on.

Rachel moaned loudly. Her walls stretched as much as possible to commandeer Spike’s massive size. Without hurting her as he eased into her, filling her inch by inch. Almost torture-like slowness Spike had taken, Rachel gripped onto the sheets and bit her lips, shutting her eyes tight, panting heavily until he stopped.

Unbelievably, only a couple of inches of himself was left outside. Spike was just surprised that he was able to get inside of her at all. He looked down at Rachel, making sure she was alright before he started to move He of course started off slow, allowing the girl below him to get used to the large size. Spike pulls out so torturously slow before pushing himself back in her, buried himself as much as he could inside of her.

Rachel moaned softly, feeling him move inside her, stretching her walls to commandeering his large member. When Spike found his rhythm, he started picking up the pace, driving in deeper within her, going harder and harder. Listening to her breath quickened and her moans grown louder and louder.

Keeping an ear out for the safe word, Spike kept grinding his hips against hers. The bed creaked and groaned, the headboard thumping against the wall in unison to the dragon’s movement. He heaved and growled, slowly losing himself into Rachel.

Rachel’s moans louder and louder as Spike drove deeper, harder inside. Spike had then moved his hands off from her hips and leaned over, bracing his hands beside of Rachel’s head and kissed her deeply. The two frantically kissed as they continued this passionate dance, moaning into each other’s lips.

Rachel’s body trembled and shuddered before she let out a cry, a huge wave of bliss took hold of her. Spike snarled by how tighten her walls gotten from her orgasum, but he was far from down and kept riding her.

When he got tired of being in this position, Spike slid out of Rachel and had her rolled over to her stomach, pushing her hips upward.

Rachel let out a startled gasp but chuckled breathlessly. Spike realined himself with her nethers once more and pushed himself back inside. Rachel let out a loud moan as she felt him inside once more.

In this position, Spike felt that his mate was more deeper, he was able to get every last inch of his hardened flesh inside her. Holding onto Rachel’s hips, he resumed onto pounding her. The headboard by then was slamming against wall in unison to Spike’s heavy thrusts, a noticeable hole was forming.

Rachel’s moans and groans were louder and louder, almost to a lustful scream of sorts. Gripping onto the sheets, she tried to keep up with her lover but she couldn’t. She lay her head to the side to where one eye was looking up. Watching Spike as he worked. There was this level of concentration in his eyes, trying not to break his rhythm. Seeing that level he’s taking was all it take before the dam broke again and she came again with a scream, calling out his name.

Spike held onto her as he drove on. Raising his right hand from her hip, reaching up to grab Rachel’s long hair before looking down at her back fully. Seeing the wings on her back. He saw the full details of the tattoo, how they looked so real. He saw the gaps in the wings themselves, seeing the deep burns and scars from a past long ago. Bruising forming where Bouncer and his goons kicked her but Spike was paying more attention on the scars.

He moved his hand away from Rachel’s hair and moved towards one of the scars. Spike gently traced around the edging of it. Feeling the deep indentation her father made it. Looking down to the saying at the center of her back.

Spike slowed down his thrusts as he leaned over, placing a kiss on one of the scars. “You’re anything but broken,” He growled against her skin. Rachel gasped softly by his words, by his touch.

Spike grunted low, snaking his hands around her waist, pulling Rachel up. Putting her back against his chest as he kept thrusting. Bringing his lips to the sensitive spot on Rachel’s neck.

The dragon eventually started to slam harder and harder against her, holding onto Rachel, his hands grabbing her breasts and played with them once more. Rachel cried out, her body shuddered, overfilled with so many sensations. The intensity she was feeling had brought her to tears.,but she refused to say the safe word; it wasn’t too much for her or she that was in pain, for the week they had experienced, the two needed this.

Spike snarled against his mate’s ear, slamming his hips against her ass. With one last thrust, he hilted himself inside her with a roar. Releasing a concentrated shot of jizz deeply inside the human’s womb at the same time Rachel came once more.

A large amount of dragon spunk filled Rachel’s womb up to the to the brim, to the point it overfill and leaked out all over the sheets. Rachel let out a long groan as she and Spike climbed down from the euphoria. However, judging by the still hardon Spike still had and a breathless laugh, the dragon was far from done.

And Rachel had no problems with that.

Somewhere near two in the afternoon, Spike finally managed to peel his eyelids open and saw the most beautiful woman laying beside him. Seeing that gorgeous smile beaming down at him at first wake.

“Morning,” Spike muttered softly, placing a hand over her cheek and having his thumb gently rubbed it.

“Well, it’s the afternoon, but yeah, morning.” Rachel chuckled softly, placing her hand over his.

Spike scooted closer to give her a kiss before he pulled her onto his chest, idling traced circles on her shoulder. Rachel lay her head just under Spike’s neck, draping her arm over him with a sigh, almost like a lazy hug.

“You slept well?” Spike asked her.

“For an hour yeah, I did.” Rachel smirked.

“Oh shit, seriously?” Spike chuckled nervously. Even when he was Discorded, his first time didn’t even last throughout the night.

“It’s fine though,” Rachel giggled, seeing his reaction. She gently placed kisses along his jaw and hummed softly. “I enjoyed everything about it.”

Spike smiled at that. “That’s good. I didn’t-”

“Spike, I didn’t say the safe word. Yes my legs are basically wet noodles, but other than that, no you didn’t hurt me.”

Spike narrowed his eyes at her. “Are you sure you don’t have any secret power I don’t know about?”

Rachel stuck her tongue out playfully. “You are just easy to read. I figured that dragons are rough when it comes to sex, you don’t have to justify or apologize for something that’s completely out of instinct. Who am I to complain on what comes naturally?”

“My girlfriend.” Spike replied.

Rachel tapped him on his nose with her finger. “After the week we had, we needed this.”

Spike sighed, agreeing with her a hundred percent.

The two lay in the bed, tangled up in the ruined sheets for a good long while before Rachel started to get up. “What are you doing?” Spike asked curiously. He wasn’t ready to even let her go just yet.

“To take a shower; I got dragon spunk and paint all over me, a crew member knocked on the door a while ago saying that we’re back at Canterlot and is giving us until four o’clock to get all of our stuff and leave the zeppelin so they can get the next wave of passengers.” Rachel pointed out.

Spike groaned loudly, draping an arm over his eyes and let out a whine. “I don’t wanna get up just yet.”

“Come on, big guy. We gotta get clean.” Rachel egged on, giving him a gentle shake. Spike then snaked his arms around her and held her in place.

“No.” He pouted.

“Spike,” Rachel said with a stern tone, “we gotta get up.”

Spike shook his head before nuzzling up against her neck. “NoooOoo.” Spike whined again.

Rachel sighed and tried to get up. “Spike we gotta-” The two of them ended up wrestling on the mattress for a short minutes, Rachel ended up sitting up with Spike on her, his head resting on her stomach.

She sighed heavily. “Seriously, dude?”

Spike gave a long lick across her belly before lifting his head up and rested on her chest. Her boobs sandwiched him as he gave her a puppy dog look.

Rachel laughed. “For a supposingly big scary dragon, you have got to be the biggest fucking teddy bear I’ve ever met!”

Spike chuckled, grinning from ear to ear. Rachel kissed his snout and sighed softly. Spike hugged her with a smile before a slow realization creeped over him. He sat up and look right at her belly, his scales were turning white. “Oh shit…” He whisped softly.

“What? What is it?” Rachel asked him.

Spike cursed at himself, facepalming with both of his hands and groaned. “Oh fuck Celestia’s Holy ass!”

“Spike?” Rachel asked alarmly. “What’s wrong?”

“I came in you...oh gosh, oh gosh!” Spike started to freak out at Twilight’s level. He then started to rant on how he got Rachel pregnant and was getting scared by the minute in realize that he’ll become a dad which he was not ready for.

Rachel watched him for a bit before leaning over to him. Just like she did on the date, she flicked him on the nose to get him to stop. “Dude, calm down, i’m not pregnant.”

“Buh-but I cummed inside, a lot.” Spike said, reminding her. He started to freak out again before Rachel calmed him down and explained the situation.

“Spike, relax, I’m not pregnant. The twins hooked me up with this high grade contraceptive potion. Remember when they gave us the water bottles on our first date?”

“Yeah…”

“Well, they spiked both of our drinks so both of us can’t impregnate one another. They said it last a week and it works with most creatures, dragons included. They used it on themselves when they go out and feed.”

Spike looked at her for confirmation. “Really? No baby bun in oven?”

Rachel giggled as she shook her head in reply with a sigh. “No bun. I hope to have one down the road...but not right now.” She said. “Besides, the odds of me having a human/dragon offspring is one-in-a-million chance. Hell it’s that by luck I got pregnant by a pony in the first place.”

Spike felt like as ass, but he let out a huge breath of relief that he wasn’t going to be a father. Thankfully, Rachel didn’t get annoyed by that. Spike does want an offspring one day, but not now. They’re both young, they have all the time in the world before settling down.

“So...can we have that shower now?” Rachel asked.

Spike laughed softly before looking at her. “It;s your cabin.”

“We meant us ya dummy.” Rachel let out a sexy purr.

Spike didn’t have to be told what that meant. With a grin, he picked up Rachel and scurried her off in the bathroom.

***

Twilight stormed down the halls pissed off. She was doing a rundown of everypony to make sure they didn’t forget anything and saw that Spike wasn’t even there. She went to his cabin to find only Rarity looking like she was about to have a mental break!

“When I find that dragon i’m gonna give him a piece of my mind!” She growled at herself.

Twilight figured that he’d be in Rachel’s room, after getting the cabin room number from one of the crew members, she stomped all the way to the door. She did her breathing techniques before knocking on the door.

She waited for a moment but no Rachel didn’t open. “Um rachel?” the princess called out. “Is Spike in there?”

Again, the door didn’t open. She pressed an ear to the door and heard the distinctive sound of the shower running and other sounds playing in the room.

The sexlings in their unicorn forms came out of their room with their suitcases packed and ready to go. They stopped when they saw Twilight at Rachel’s door.

“HI Princess Twilight!” Gemcity giggled.

Twilight turned to the twins. “Hi girls, is this Rachel’s room?”

“It was a couple of minutes ago.” Ruby said. “It’s time for everyone to get off.”

“I know that.” Twilight grunted.

One of the twins was about to say something before both of them started to feel something, a tingle down their spines. A strong heavy musk filled their noses, almost causing them to lose their form.

Once the girls knew what was up, both of them grinned ear to ear. “Oh they’re gonna be in there for a while.” they said in unison.

Twilight groaned, “we need to leave now.” Twilight then teleported inside to get Spike out.

The twins looked at each other before both of them crowded around the door. The two pressed their ears against the wood and listened to what was going on inside.

Of course they heard the very familiar thumping sound coming from inside. Followed by loud moaning from the young couple coming from the shower. The twins were getting a contact buzz just from listening!

The next part got them rolling on the floor laughing their asses off.

“Spike, what are you- AHHHHH!!!” Twilight screamed loudly.

“Oh fuck!” both Spike and Rachel screamed out of fright. “TWILIGHT FUCK OFF!!” Spike snapped loudly.

Author's Note

It's my first time writing this length of a sex scene. I do apologize if it's crappy, I am a noob at this.

thank you all so much for liking this story and commenting on it. I enjoyed reading about how you guys enjoy this. I most certainly enjoyed writing this. I'll catch ya'll at the next write.