Dirty Sexy Pony: Anniversary

Consider this the sequel to Her Heart 4.

Prologue.

With a click of the lock, the front door of Cute Boutique was closed and Rarity could now rest after a hard day's work serving her demanding Canterlot clientele.

All of her employees—that was so fun to say—had already left and the white unicorn pony, dressed in a simple jacket of her own chic design, was the last to leave the shop for the day. As part of the closing procedure, Rarity made sure that no roll of fabric, bunch of cloth or spool of thread was out of place and all sewing and other sorts of instruments were kept safely in their boxes or shelves or drawers. Windows closed and locked, curtains drawn and portable mirrors set down.

The floorspace was at least four times as large as her home in Ponyville, which had also served as her previous shop. Of course she didn't just abandon her Carousel Boutique, but left it in very capable hooves. Rarity's sister, Sweetie Belle, had moved in when she and Spike announced that they were moving to Canterlot. The last she heard...well actually, to Rarity's surprise, she supposed she hadn't been keeping up with the latest Ponyville gossip. A twinge of sadness took Rarity while she was shutting off the lights and she paused to reflect on that realization.

She kept up with her friends regularly enough, but that was mostly through letters or the odd visit every now and then. Barely enough to brief the socialite with her closest pony friends and little sister's major life events, much less the day-to-day whispers of a hundred-pony town like Ponyville. But then again, it was unlikely she'd be able to keep up when there was so much going on in Canterlot, where the juicy gossip in Equestria's capital of capitals was so thick that news from her old town was at this point, water. Although sometimes it was sugar water or at least a fine tea, such as the news that Mayor Mare (Rarity couldn't imagine anypony else being the town's mayor, now that she thought about it) had finally announced she'd tie the knot with her long-term coltfriend. Not to be disparaging, of course, but considering the age difference of Ponyville's best known secret couple, it wasn't much of an exaggeration.

And the only reason she had learned of it before it was mentioned in her weekly letters with Fluttershy and Twilight was because Iron Sides was a Wonderbolt. A lower tier member, sure, but nonetheless news of the engagement spread through Canterlot like wildfire. At least, amongst the small to mid-level players of the city's well-to-do like herself.

That was another thought that gave Rarity pause as she was now outside of the shop, locking the backdoor gate. She was now a big fish in the ocean and there were some times that adjusting to the larger environment after living in a small pond for so long was jarring. But after counting all of her blessings, Rarity felt all of her life goals were met. She had finally made it. She was without a doubt, happy.

She had a thriving business-and-sometimes-fashion-school—a somewhat questionable (but legal) way to skirt around paying fashion interns working for credit or at their teacher's store at the market wage. Students weren't guaranteed a working wage in their place of fashion education which meant that in every fashion "school" in Canterlot, free was the expected rate of pay for aspiring fashionistas and designers without their own business. Rarity had screwed up that system by allowing her students not only minimum wage but allowing them to keep any tips they might receive from clients. Then adding in her boutique's excellent price-to-quality ratio into the equation and there was no question as to why Cute Boutique's presence was being felt in Equestria's fashion world. As a result, she didn't make as large a group of friends or followers as she thought she would but Rarity felt no lesser by it.

It was not a difficult thing to do since she did still have a good number of allies in Canterlot—a few in high places, no less—as well as her friends in Ponyville, but best of all she had her husband, Spike, at her side. The sweetest, most generous, most kind and loving husband a wife could ever ask for. But even with that said, there were some strains in her home life as well. Nothing serious of course, but enough to merit complaining about. It was difficult to admit that after two years of marriage, some of the spark in their relationship just seemed to have disappeared. Despite some disappointment however, Rarity still felt satisfied.

Even though it was under less-than-normal circumstances, Rarity remembered their first exchange of passion like it was yesterday, as well as the whirlwind romance that followed after that life-changing night.

Every day was exhilarating and dangerous, ultimately culminating into one particular night when she gave her everything to him. By the time their marriage came about just a year after the Royal Wedding fiasco, the ceremony—while beautiful and touching and heartfelt—was just for show. Rarity knew that they had already become one in heart and soul and will.

In the beginning of their new-found relationship, no longer simply having his way with her, Spike began to train her. Make her into somepony that could satisfy his every desire. Plunge her into an abyss so deep that the hearts of those requiring light to live would shrivel and they would be broken beyond despair. Rarity, however, thrived and flourished like a desert flower that lived simply on love. But then the unthinkable happened; her dear Master disappeared, leaving only a trembling child for her to mold into her ideal lover.

Feeling warmed by the memory, Rarity unconsciously brushed her forehoof against the surface of her fire ruby necklace and smiled. Her solitary hoof steps clacked against the cobblestone streets as she continued home.

While at the time it was frustrating, she now missed the excitement of his feeble attempts to resist. The rush of adrenaline whenever he used to try to escape. In fact what all her friends and family think was a short period of months when she and Spike had "eloped" was actually time spent training. Their sudden disappearance from Ponyville when Rarity left a note saying they had gone to travel across Equestria was simply a ruse to give her time to destroy Spike's ego.

His bursts of determination that were tinged with hope, only to crumble against the reality he was now trapped in. There was so much pleasure to be had, breaking him down and then building him back up. After seven long months she had succeed and she and Spike returned to Ponyville from their "elopement."

There were some days when she was still in Ponyville that Rarity invited her friends over and kept herself busy playing the role of hostess, leaving him alone with them in hopes that he would try to plead for help, just so she could punish him for it later. But alas those days now seemed to be a quaint memory. Just as he was instructed, Spike acted "normally" in front of Twilight and the others. He was a bit awkward about it, but in the end even up to the point that they moved to Canterlot, the girls failed to notice anything.

It would seem that her natural affinity for "training" Spike turned out to be quite the double edged sword.

In every category of her preferences he had become the perfect partner. By some standards he could even be considered too perfect. Of course the thought of her Spike being "too perfect" caused the unicorn to titter in amusement.

Rarity was eager to return home, looking forward to being pampered after a whole day of being the pamperer, wanting nothing more than to have all of her cares and worries slip away. The ten minute walk down the cobblestone street from the boutique led to a posh-looking two-story townhouse situated a block from the market where grocery shopping was done and other stores to buy amenities. With little effort she opened and closed the door with her magic and begun unbuttoning her jacket in the foyer of her home.

"Spike, dear, I'm home." She called out, no longer able to hide the tiredness in her voice.

"Welcome back." A deep voice replied.

Her dearest lover and husband quickly padded over from another room to her and pecked Rarity on the cheek then quickly helped remove her jacket. His clawed hand just barely brushed against her bare shoulder, eliciting a pleasurable shiver from the pony, however minor it was. As Spike busied himself by hanging up the jacket on a coat hanger and placing it into the nearby closet, Rarity drank in the sight of the taller, lean-looking dragon before her and felt her mouth begin to salivate.

It was a surprise to many of her new Canterlotonian friends to learn how much shorter Spike was just a couple of years ago. While enjoying her privacy, there were many times that Rarity couldn't help but host small get-togethers with clients and other icons of the fashion world, alike.

Rarity's modest fame was boosted as a result of Spike's novelty value, as very few ponies had ever met a dragon before. An even lesser number had known about her and Spike from when they lived in Ponyville to truly appreciate how surprising the announcement of their marriage was. Least of which was when her parents came to find out. They were apprehensive in the beginning, until they saw what had become of the baby dragon since they first saw him. Then they passive aggressively voiced their disapproval for a different reason, as their hopes for grandchildren were dashed. It definitely wasn't for a lack of trying.

Taking care to wipe the drool off of her face, Rarity took to making a dramatic, languished sigh. "Oh, Spike. You wouldn't believe the day I had."

"What happened, honey?" He asked with the right mix of sympathy and concern in his voice.

With a tired smile, Rarity began to tell her confidante the sorts of mistakes that fashion students were want to do, the laziness of her usual materials supplier and the decidedly egregious lapse in judgement of the certification board in denying a license for her prized student, Starla Shine. She regaled her ever attentive husband while they ate dinner in their lavishly furnished dining room and the fury of her anger was kept to a minimum by the delectable sweetness of Spike's crèmes brûlée for dessert.

"Really? Would you like me to draw you a bath?" Spike asked as he came back from the kitchen after cleaning the table and letting the dishes and utensils soak in the sink.

"Mmm, that would be just wonderful, darling..." She moaned gaily at the suggestion. Without needing further instructions, the dragon turned to quickly start the water in the bathroom on the second floor of the house.

"...but!" Rarity said, stopping Spike in his tracks as he was about to climb the stairs down the hall from where she was in the dining room. He remained still with his left leg raised to place it on the third step, frozen as though time had stopped. She couldn't help but grin at the amazing body control her Spike had as she peered out into the hallway to indulge in the manner his muscles tensed to hold that position. "...tonight I'd prefer the other bath..."

"Of course." He replied and aimed his intense gaze toward her, making his way into the kitchen. Rarity giggled like a filly and pranced over to the living room with barely restrained excitement for her bath.

Since becoming a married mare Rarity found that she had become less strict about keeping clean and tidy. There was still a need for things to remain presentable and for herself and her husband to stay hygienic, of course, but that was only really whenever they were in public. Her stress levels had dropped considerably since realizing that a stain or some dust wasn't worth having a nervous meltdown or panic attack. Such was the benefit of maturing, as well as learning a few tricks to clean or preserve fabric. It also helped to have Spike help in those endeavors.

Rarity regarded herself in the three-sided full length mirror of her mini-workspace of the living room that she now found herself in, as she reclined on her favorite red couch. A number of things had conspired to soften her lean and toned physique over the past couple of years: the fact that she was no longer on the "market" meant she no longer had to worry about attracting "Mr. Right"; the high caloric and fatty dressings on the salads and other foods often found at the house parties or restaurants she socialized in to stay relevant, as well as the delectable and mouth watering meals Spike made at home; and the help of having four student-employees working at the boutique when before she had to do everything herself.

From her reflection, there was no reason to think she exploded in size, as long as one ignored the whispers of the bored and/or jealous housewives of Canterlot idly passing the time while their husbands provided them with everything and showered them with gifts so they would not leave. All of them sham marriages or arrangements of convenience between traditional families of the high elite that simpered around the princesses and their distantly related royal family. All of that was so far removed from her and Spike's loving relationship.

"Would you like your bath now, dear?" His voice, now deeper as he matured and grown in size, asked in such a doting manner that she nearly swooned right then and there. But the unicorn held strong and urged herself to be patient. He entered from the kitchen with a glass full of water in his hand and set it on the table next to the couch after taking a sip.

"Mmm..." Rarity licked her lips and propped her head onto the arm rest to look at him in her splayed out position. "...that would be divine!"

Hearing his loving wife's desires, Spike leaned toward the unicorn and immediately went to work.

Beginning with her silky, luxurious purple tail, Spike opened his mouth and dragged his tongue along its length. Each time, bringing his face tantalizingly close to her rear and holding large strands of her tail with both hands, licked and sucked all the way to the end.

Then he moved to her hind legs. Starting with her right leg, his tongue dragged slowly up from the hoof and over the hock, paying particular attention to her gaskin and stopped short of the stifle before returning once more to the heel and hoof. Rarity sighed in contentment, twirling the forelock of her purple mane and enjoyed the sight more than the feeling of his tongue now working on her left leg.

Spike then moved down to her rear, detouring up her leg to her cutie mark then traced all the way back over the curvature of her buttocks. He rolled her from side to side as he did this first to her right side then the left. Now held on her back, Rarity watched with eagerness as Spike dipped lower to coil his tongue around the root of her tail, and tugged and flicked the forked muscle much to her giggling pleasure.

He smiled when she playfully flicked her tail at him and she sighed happily at the sight.

"Excuse me." He said politely as he paused for a drink of water before he brought his face close to her nethers once more. She was just about to chuckle when he briefly moved between her legs and her breath caught in her throat, but soon continued—much to her disappointment—toward the girth of her barrel.

She writhed helplessly at his expert tongue work over her stomach and chest up to the base of her neck. Even twitching from the tickling sensation of his tongue flicking against her elbows at the base of forelegs.

He climbed atop of her on the couch to continue his work, leaning into her and bathing her, along with his tongue, with his hot breaths against her hair-covered flesh. His clawed hands massaged her withers and Rarity shivered and involuntarily flapped her ears with a low pleasured groan as his probing muscle lapped up her neck to the latch of her throat one last time. "Stop." She said and immediately Spike halted his ministrations.

Rarity grinned at his amazing body control in contrast to her own weakening resolve after the assault she had just suffered.

"Do you want to put it in?" Rarity asked with baited breath, lightly biting her bottom lip as her glance changed between his face and his delectable dragonhood dangling above her, which had unsheathed itself some time over the course of the bathing session. Small beads of precum dripped from its tip onto her belly.

"Is that what you want?" He asked her back, arousal obvious in his voice but he made no moves without her explicit order. His eyes remained locked toward hers, never deviating away.

She let out a wavering sigh, feeling her loins moisten at the sheer dominance she had over this rippling example of masculinity. There was an underlying disappointment that he would never take her on his own initiative, but she was working on that. It was easier to teach him simple commands than independent thinking, which often became routine on days she desired some spontaneity.

"Hmmm...just wait a moment, dear." In measured motions Rarity brushed the knees of her forelegs against his thick, scaled arms. She inspected his comparatively softer chest and underbelly, lacking the harder protective scales that covered the rest of his body but was tough and broad with dense muscle. "Just...just a bit more..." She muttered distractedly. Rarity's heart went aflutter as she played with Spike's pectorals and abdominals, poking or prodding with giggly, unceasing amusement at how defined and sculpted his body was, as though it were carved from marble.

While Rarity was busy entertaining herself, Spike remained still and quiet, patiently waiting for her answer. The movement of his chest was hypnotizing as it swelled in size with every intake of breath.

Without further ado, Rarity pressed her face against his chest and nickered at the feel of his toned body against her cheek. She cooed and moaned while nuzzling him, going so far as to purr in delight as Spike held strong in silence for her answer.

Her heart began to race.

She deeply inhaled the smell of their combined salty-sour musk now beginning to fill the room. Rarity began to tremble as the symptoms of her addiction began to rear their ugly heads once more.

Her thoughts began to grow foggy, and only desire would soon drive her until she became satisfied.

For the longest time she didn't understand what it was that had been afflicting her. It was only upon Twilight's revelation about the Starswirl the Bearded section in the Canterlot archives that she was able to learn what had become of her.

While nothing exact was found in the treasure trove of books and knowledge, Rarity happened upon a number of stories that told of creatures that predate upon ponies and unicorns in particular, to feed on their magic. They nourished themselves by catching and trapping their prey in several different ways, one of which was a story of a monster that intoxicated its prey and fed on it until its mind broke down and was unable to provide any more magic.

Rarity remembered that she felt a cold sweat overtake her when she read what Twilight called "unsubstantiated and unreliable accounts." But by then she no longer cared. She was too far gone and far too twisted to be cured. If such a cure could exist. Or rather, she rationalized to herself, she had been freed.

There was a romantic notion for her when she thought about how they literally needed one another. That a bit of herself was required to sustain him, and she desired having his essence within her.

Both poison and antidote.

They were each others' addictions.

"...Ra...Rarity wants it..." She finally breathed out in admission. "...Rarity wants...your strong, thick...cock...inside of her..." Shame washed over her like a blanket of heat that caused her to sweat as she returned to her old speaking habit. She gulped down an ever increasing amount of saliva in her mouth, and soon enough her drool ran down to her chin at the sight of Spike's dragonhood now lining up at the entrance of her puffy lower lips. It was an after effect of her dear Master's training that would never truly go away, not that she would ever want it to.

"Ah!" Rarity gasped, tensing and loosening her body as his girth suddenly pushed into her, filling her up. She sighed in relief, as though managing to whet her thirst in a desert oasis. But her want for more only grew. Without needing her say anything he thrust his hips forward and she gasped and quaked at the expert pistoning.

"Mmmmmmm!" Every so often he pressed forward until he completely at the hilt then returned to a regular pace for a few more thrusts. Because of how well trained he had become, his instincts were no longer a problem. There was no longer any trace of what Spike used to be, for better or worse. But after a while Spike became sluggish and tired without the nourishment of magic. She was more than happy to oblige.

"S-spike!" Rarity closed her eyes and desperately called his name. Their lips met, pressing against one another when they parted and with their tongues they reached into each others' mouths. The taste of her sweat and his saliva coated his tongue, wrangling against her flatter, wider muscle. He took advantage of his tongue's dexterity, coiling it around her and massaging it inside of her mouth, causing Rarity to moan then spasm in quick climax one after another as his strong thrusts continued.

Unable to breath, Rarity broke the kiss and gasped for air, letting out a low shaky groan out of pleasure. "Mmmm! Say it, Spike!"

"I love you so much, Rarity!" He quickly said on command.

She opened her eyes and looked into his intense glare, feeling her excitement rise at the sight of his green irises. "A-again!"

"I love you!

"AH!" She threw her head back as the shaft of his cock ground against her clit from his downward "J" shaped thrusts. "M-more! Say that you love only Rarity!"

"I love only you, Rarity!"

"Yes!" She screamed out. She began to thrash wildly as her body burned and muscles spasmed even more. With his strong arms Spike held her down, making her desire to release even more intense. "YES! Oh, Rarity loves you so much! Come for me! Shoot it all inside of Rarity!"

"Yes, my sweet!" His hips moved faster and his thrusts became shallower. "I'm...COMING!"

"Ah...AH...AHHHHHHH!" Her mind burned white hot and for a good few seconds Rarity was completely breathless. Her whole body was limp and numb. The only thing she felt was pleasure.

He collapsed onto her as she taught him and Rarity smiled at feeling the weight of her husband against her exhausted body and the heat of his essence inside of her.

They both were panting and sweaty. In the middle of her labored breathing, Rarity chuckled to herself for exerting so much after just taking a bath. As though he had realized the same thing, she twitched in surprise at the feel of Spike's tongue lavishing her body once more.

She moaned as Spike's body ground against hers while his coarse tongue slithered and lapped at her neck and face, however she was simply too exhausted to continue that play anymore. She still had to wake up early tomorrow morning to open the shop and deal with another day of work. There was also that exam she had to give her students... 'If only today was Friday...' she thought to herself regretfully, '...then we could have just spent the entire weekend on this couch.'

Resigning to the unfairness of reality, the pony sighed and groaned in sadness as her dragon lover had just begun stroking his tongue against a particularly sensitive spot behind her ear. "Mmmm, no, Spike, you don't have to right now...Rarity just...n-no...I mean...I just want your warmth for the time being." He immediately acquiesced, and allowed himself to be pulled closer to Rarity when she wrapped her forelegs around his torso.

The burning throes of rapture soon dissipated, leaving only the afterglow of euphoria to course through her exhausted body. Rarity closed her eyes and smiled, reveling in the feeling of going to sleep in the arms of her lover.

Author's Note: Let's see how far I can get with this "happier" storyline before I screw it up.

In other news, the original Dirty Sexy Pony has a total of more than 15,500 views. That's an average of ~1000 views over thirteen chapters (Technically twelve if you put the filler and epilogue chapters together, but whatev). That's crazy.