Dirty Sexy Pony: Anniversary

"Starla? What are you doing? Get away from that boy!" Pulling the unicorn filly toward him with his magic, the dark-blue stallion placed her behind him and stood imposingly with his hackles raised.

"What? Dad! This is the friend I was telling you about!" Starla sharply called out in surprise at her dad's reaction.

"You're friends with Penny Pincher's son?" He asked while looking over his shoulder in surprise to his daughter's words. Quickly he turned forward and eyed Clydesdale warily as though the colt had grown two extra heads just then.

Before he could react, Starla scampered under the stallion's legs to stand between him and Clydesdale to take a defensive stance.

"You said you'd be nice to him no matter what, remember? You promised!"

Snapshot bristled at that reminder and snorted loudly, realizing now why she had been so insistent in making him do such a thing last night when he said he wanted to meet her friend that she had been talking so excitedly about for the past week or so. He wasn't even too concerned when she refused to say what her friend's name was since he was so happy about his daughter getting her cutie mark. "That was before I knew you were friends with that no-good criminal scum's son!"

"He's not a criminal, dad!" Starla's raised voice cracked suddenly, "Clydesdale's my friend!"

Leaning out from behind the taller filly, Clydesdale cleared his throat and looked up to the intimidating stallion. "Sir, I understand what you must be angry about, but I'm not my father! A-at the very least, I can at least try to say sorry for the kinds of things he's allegedly done..."

Hearing this, Snapshot charged angrily at the colt but stopped as Starla continued to stand in his way. With a heavy nicker he growled out, "You've no right to excuse what that monster's done, boy!"

Starla trembled at the sight of her dad, easily leaning over her lanky frame to stare down at the colt behind her, feeling the stallion's hot breath cascade against her face like an incoming hurricane ready to throw her away. She felt powerless to stop him from simply doing what he wanted to Clydesdale, who had apparently wronged him by no fault of his own; for simply being born. She gulped and raised her head to poke Snapshot's chin with her stub of a horn, surprising him with the harmless nudging. Feeling his angry gaze bear full force onto her, Starla winced reflexively, clenching her eyes shut and ears pinning down, her tail tucked close between her legs.

Snapshot's glare immediately softened when he saw how terrified his daughter was and took a step back, blinking and stammering a series of nonsensical words to himself. Finally, he gulped and gritted his teeth, with a pained look on his face. Starla had just managed to see this when she peeked from under her bangs with a single eye and stood up with worry of her own as her dad looked like he did when he first heard the news of his wife's passing from the doctor.

"Dad...?" She whispered out and took a step forward.

Snapshot looked toward the ground, his face now unreadable to the two foals. "Go..." He mumbled out, as though defeated. "I don't want to see you again, boy..." Turning around, the stallion began to walk away. "We're going home, Starla..."

"Dad?" Starla managed out again but her dad continued to walk away. Feeling her own pained look take hold of her expressions, the filly glanced over to the confused-looking Clydesdale. "I'm sorry..." She said, then hurried over to her dad.

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Chapter 5

"Miss Rarity!" The purple maned unicorn stirred somewhat to the sound of her name being called. "Miss Rarity?" Echoing through the house the voice called again. "Miss Rarity!"

As she did every morning, Rarity woke up in Spike's arms.

But something was off.

His hold around her was tighter than usual, and he was practically on top of her, curled around her body as though protecting his hoard.

She was confused, because this wasn't supposed to be a comfortable position, yet she never felt safer and at ease.

"Miss Rarity!" The voice called a fourth time much more clearly, and she now realized that it was coming from downstairs.

Finally with great reluctance Rarity pulled herself out of Spike's tight hold around her and uneasily stood up from the bed. Her muscles and ribs felt tender and bruised, but she struggled through the pain and discomfort nonetheless, walking out of her bedroom, after putting on the right amount of make up to hide her face's injuries and donning a loose orange ensemble to cover her body's bruises, into the second floor hallway of her home that was bathed in the light of day. As she groggily went downstairs and yawned again she opened her eyes just in time to see her maid standing at a dignified attention in the foyer and a purple mare waiting patiently beside her.

It took less than a moment for her mind to snap to attention and a bright smile appeared on her face. "Oh my gosh, Twilight!" She ecstatically greeted her friend, "What a surprise!"

As though she had just done it yesterday Rarity embraced one of the two friends from Ponyville she had been keeping frequent contact with, giggling and squealing mutual between them both. "Mwah!" She said with a playful kiss to the other pony's cheek. "How are you, dear? It's not like you to be so spontaneous. What's the occasion?" After taking a step back to look over her friend, she found with some comfort how relatively little Twilight had changed over the years. Although the small tweaks to her manestyle were just simply divine updates to her appearance.

"The occasion?" Twilight asked with some curiosity hinted in her voice, "Your and Spike's anniversary, of course."

Rarity was puzzled but was not too stunned enough to be stopped from talking. "Our anniversary? But Twilight, it's only the third one coming up. Nothing particularly special about that, last I checked. Or is there some ancient tradition nopony's ever heard of?"

"Funny as always, Rarity." Twilight lightly chuckled. "But, well...I was thinking we could hold a surprise bachelorette party the same weekend for Mayor Mare since her own wedding is coming up. Here, in Canterlot! And considering of course that since you and Spike eloped and all, I thought that this might be a way for you to belatedly experience having one. A bachelorette party, I mean."

Rarity expressed a heartfelt smile matching the warmth she felt from hearing Twilight's sincere consideration. "Oh, sweetie, I appreciate the sentiment, I really do, but I'm a married mare now. To be honest I have even less of an interest in being egged on by my friends to drunkenly suck a bunch of strangers' dicks now than I did while I was single. Not to mention that Spike is much bigger than your run-of-the-mill stallion, anyways."

"W-what?" Twilight said with a blush reddening her face for a number of reasons. "That's absurd! Not to mention TMI! Besides, there's nothing like, um...drunken dick sucking...written in any of the books that I've read." Twilight immediately took out a book from her saddlebag and glanced through the pages in confusion. "I think...?"

Feeling a sense of her sisterly instincts coming along to help out her friend's naivety, Rarity placed an assuring hoof on the librarian's shoulder. "Twilight, there's a lot of things about bachelorette parties that won't be written down in your books."

"So it's mostly an...oral tradition?"

"Mmmm, you took the words right out of my mouth." Rarity smiled and laughed with her friend while admiring Twilight's innocent blushing.

"The tea is ready now." The maid said in a polite manner, interrupting the girls' laughter. Without even noticing that she had left for a moment, Rarity was in too high of spirits to not appreciate the initiative of the younger pony.

"Thank you, Starla. Could you go upstairs and wake up Spike? I wouldn't want him to miss a chance to catch up with Twilight."

"Of course." She said with a slight curtsey and made her way up the stairs to the master bedroom on the second floor, disappearing from sight.

With her gone, Twilight felt a bit more at ease to ask, "Rarity, since when did you have a maid?"

Rarity hummed and smiled toward Twilight, who was obviously both awed and inquisitive as she normally was. "Starla's actually a student of mine. From the fashion school I run? Well, you know how nosy I can be, so long story short I ended up involving myself in a private matter of hers and as thanks she insists in helping me around the house. Who am I to deny her that?" Rarity casually lied with a smile on her face.

"That's so generous of you, Rarity."

"And modest, too!"

Twilight laughed at her friend's joke. "Of course."

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Upstairs, Starla walked into the master bedroom. She approached the bed where the slumbering dragon snored with the lightest of footsteps, taking care not to do anything too abrupt.

"Spike?" She whispered, "Rarity would like you to wake up, now. Your friend Twilight is here."

Taking care to breathe softly Starla cautiously stood at the tips of her hooves to see if he had woken up at all. "Spike?" To her dismay, he answered her with a loud growling snore. She let out a heavy sigh of relief, being somewhat afraid if he had been awake.

Despite her new-found convictions, what happened last night was discouraging. Since she had decided to save Spike from Rarity's clutches, Starla had begun researching as best she could the books at her new "home" or at the library while Rarity was out about dragons, to no avail.

In fact, when Starla returned to the house, she found Spike becoming increasingly restless and for lack of a better word, "hungry" to feed. And so, while she was giving him some of her energy, feeling lightheaded like those many times before, Spike suddenly broke contact and rushed out of the house...

Starla did her best to keep up, but even at her fastest gallop she couldn't match the long strides he made on all fours.

Nearing the end of the street, she heard a shrill terrified scream, pulling her to an alleyway close to Honeybuzz's bakery on her right just a few blocks down. Rushing down the unlit alley Starla emerged onto the street corner where the bakery was on and seeing ahead at the delivery entrance she came across an earth pony trembling in fear.

Pushing herself to hurry to the red-maned pony Starla was nearly unable to stop in time to pull the shivering pony to her hooves. "Were you hurt?" She asked and quickly looked over the cream-colored mare for any injuries. Before she knew it the earth pony grabbed onto her for dear life, burying her face against Starla's chest and shaking and bawling her eyes out. "Don't worry. You'll be alright." Starla cooed, unexpectedly finding herself lightly patting the other pony's back to assure her.

"Y-you promise?" The uniformed pony asked. Tenderly stroking her hoof along the length of the unicorn's foreleg she then asked, "Would you...keep me safe?"

"Uh, what? Y-yeah, sure. I promise." Starla quickly nodded and replied distractedly. Her attention focused more on searching the stockroom, she immediately dropped the mare in her grasp and hurried inside upon hearing a loud crash and the distinct crumbling of plaster and wood. Hoping not to lose him again, Starla rushed in and found a false wall that was torn through. Through the mix the sugar, flour and dust clouding her view, Starla noticed the wooden steps that led to below the store, with hanging light bulbs interspersed every few feet..

Starla hurried down the steps, hearing Spike's heavy footfalls just ahead. As she got closer, she began to feel the murderous intent radiating from his shadowed form as he stood before a closed, obviously reinforced steel door. The sheer oppressive feel of his intent was making her consider running away to stay safe.

When he raised his arm and thrashed at the reinforced door in a single thrust with his clawed hand, Starla Shine realized must how protective Spike was of Rarity. Violently so.

From behind that door which he tore away and threw off behind him were two imposing-looking Diamond Dogs that were utterly shredded before they could even react much less cry out in pain. The door they stood beside was a normal white door made of wood, probably part of the original construction of the store. Its splatters and dots of red decorated the white paint...

Remembering the single minded focus in taking down his opponents one at a time filled her with dread.

However, her thoughts soon burned away because of the distraction that emerged before her. Spike turned over in bed and unraveled the bedsheets while continuing to sleep.

Starla gulped, amazed by the sight of his unsheathed organ. "Wow..." She whispered to herself, realizing that she had never seen it up close until now. Clearing her throat the unicorn was reminded how the still-limp organ had always been buried deep within Rarity or Glam but she quickly shook her head of the growing heat that aimed to cloud her thoughts. But before she realized it, Starla found herself a breath's away from the sleeping dragon. Despite it all, she was amazed how the size managed to fit inside of Rarity.

Getting closer, with breath held, Starla tentatively touched her hoof against the fleshy shaft when a clawed hand grabbed her at the hock. She nearly screamed out but his other hand pressed against her mouth.

Starla's eyes were wide and darted toward the claw's owner to see his green reptilian eyes staring back at her with a drowsy but inquisitive look.

"You. What's your name?" He mumbled out while sitting up in bed.

"Wh...?" Starla was surprised by the dragon's question but refrained from responding when Spike bared his teeth making a loud yawn. Opening his eyes once more, Spike inspected the pony still in his grasp like he were inspecting something he intended to eat; roaming from bottom to top and staring unflinchingly right at her.

His eyes were inquisitive and calculating.

He suddenly brought his snout close and roughly brushed his face against her neck, sniffing once, then twice. Pulling away but holding onto her leg still he said, "Hmmmm...You smell familiar." He smiled as he noticed where her eyes were aimed toward. Without needed to follow her line of sight he asked, "Like what you see?"

Starla chose to remain quiet and unmoving, doing her best to look toward him but avoiding direct eye contact. Reflexively she gulped.

Then, without waiting for her reply Spike said in a whisper, "Here, I'll give you a taste." He grabbed at her suddenly, grasping her horn with the clawed hand that was holding her leg and pulled her closer to him.

He chuckled at her desperate flailing. With his hand clasping over her mouth Spike pinched her nose. Just as Starla gasped for air he forcibly scooped his hardening cock into her mouth, using her horn as a handle to keep her in place as she struggled to pull away.

"Umf....UMFPH!" Starla mumbled and thrashed with her hooves hitting uselessly against his stomach. Her eyes began to water from the irritation of his dickhead poking against the back of her throat and she gagged and slobbered uncontrollably while being held in place. "Urk...Ugh!" Her tail whipped about and her tongue pressed against his shaft, pushing at it to keep from vomiting.

As some of her back-washed spit was inhaled into her lungs Starla coughed and gagged again. She hoped to Celestia that her jaw wouldn't unhinge itself.

Ignoring her mumbled protests it throbbed and pressed against her cheeks, scraped itself against her tongue. Her sight was blurred from her tears, her head held down against his crotch as she became more and more lightheaded. A salty taste then started to drip against her taste buds, filling her mouth with a sour taste. Feeling his dick begin to twitch more and more, "MMMMMPH!" was all she was able to mumble out as he came. "MMMMMMPH!"

"Ahh, that was good!" Finally he pulled out, letting her breathe fully after so many minutes had passed. His thick, pungent essence dripped out of her mouth and onto the floor. Starla coughed and hacked noisily and felt her snot dribble out from her nostrils while panting and wheezing as her body trembled for what was to happen next.

However, with a satisfied sigh Spike stood up and stretched his arms up toward the ceiling and left the room, leaving Starla where she lay on the floor.

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"Twilight!" Spike said with a beaming smile as he approached the two mares sitting in the dining room, "It's so good to see you!"

"Hi there, Spike!" Twilight beamed happily to the imposing dragon approaching them without fear.

After fondly watching him give Rarity a quick peck on the cheek, Twilight was taken aback by his sudden energetic hug, managing to be picked up and swung like a pendulum before placed back to the ground.

Just as she got her bearings back Spike sat down next to his wife and casually draped an arm over the white-coated mare's shoulders. "How are things back in Ponyville?" He asked in a deep voice.

Twilight smiled once more and began to recount the sorts of things that had been going on. Rarity would chime in every once in a while with a related comment while Spike sat patiently and quietly, offering only an attentive look and the occasional nod of his head.

Without the librarian's knowledge however, Spike was doing more than simply listening to Twilight talk about some creature Fluttershy had picked up named "Dewey." With minimal effort the dragon manipulated his tail to touch and tease at Rarity nethers, causing her to look plainly flushed and feeling much warmer against his arm. Still, Twilight continued chattering on about the strange animal and Rarity did her best to pay attention, amusing Spike greatly.

The tip of his tail slowly moved up and down between her vulva, feeling it become slicker and looser in eager anticipation to let him in. Spike chuckled just in time with a "joke" Twilight tried to tell. Noticing that Rarity hadn't laughed along, the purple pony went into further detail to explain the comment, making Rarity feel embarrassed as her attention was completely split and unable to properly focus on her friend.

"...and so that's why it was supposed to be funny." Twilight naively pointed out in hopes that Rarity would understand now. "Do you get it, now?" She asked.

With a deviously thin smirk Spike drove his tail into his wife just as she was about to shakily respond to her bookish friend, causing her to twitch and yelp in mid-sentence.

"What's wrong, Rarity?" Twilight flinched in worry at Rarity's unexpected behavior. "Are you alright? You don't have a fever, do you?" Just as she was about to hurry around the table to tend to the other unicorn, Rarity raised a hoof to stop her.

"N-nothing's the matter, dear. It's just that...well, Spike's being extra frisky, today."

"O-oh..." The purple mare said, sitting back down and lowering her head to hide her embarrassed blush. She floated her cup to her lips and took a small sip of her tea.

As an awkward silence descended Spike continued to dip his tail further between his wife's now soaking lips, eliciting a soft moan from Rarity before she caught herself and brought a napkin up to hide her face in place of her usual fan to hide her blushing.

"What's gotten into you, darling?" Rarity smiled and whispered just loud enough for Spike to hear.

"I just wanted to be mischievous." The dragon replied in a teasing manner for everypony to hear, then leaned toward her and nibbled at her ear.

"I...I see." Was all Rarity managed to gasp out, melting into his touches.

After clearing her throat, Twilight chuckled quite nervously. "Uh...Looks like you two have some things already planned for today. We-we can do this another time, um...how about somewhere public instea-" But then she thought against it, and began to blush even more furiously. "On second thought...we still have some time...you guys can stop by the palace after, um...later."

Standing up from the table, Twilight did her absolute best to look away from the couple and ushered herself out of the room. "N-no need to see me out!" She called out almost fearfully when Rarity tried to remove herself from Spike's grasp with some difficulty and in a short moment the door had opened and closed.

At that, Spike removed his deliciously-filling tail from her and the unicorn's thoughts slowly began to return once more. And the first thing that Rarity could think about was that she was plainly appalled. The most excited she could remember being in recent memory, but simply appalled at how embarrassing her actions were in front of Twilight.

Standing up with his hands placed on his hips, Spike grinned proudly. "Well...you heard what Twilight said. Why don't we invite that Starla girl while we're at it? In fact...the table here looks large enough for all three of us!"

"What's wrong with you, Spike?" Rarity asked with a slight pant, doing her best to contain herself. "You're acting strangely."

She pretended to be unaware. Feigning ignorance of the control she had over him steadily slipping away quite suddenly over the last few days. In just the scant few moments she was doing her utmost not to just break down and beg Spike to ravish her right then and there in front of Twilight.

Hearing this Spike frowned then walked with heavy footsteps into the hallway.

"Wh-where are you going, Spike?" Rarity stammered out, unsure whether to chase after him or stand her ground.

Without looking he said, "Out."

"What? Come back here." She quickly trotted up to him, her eyes flickering between worry, timidity and anger. In as stern a voice she could summon Rarity commanded, "I never said you could go outsi-" The door slammed closed before she could finish, cutting her off. It had been years since anyone had the gall to slam a door in her face. Not since she had been in Ponyville struggling to be discovered had that happened. Rarity had gotten into plenty of arguments even since moving to Canterlot but to not even have the satisfaction of winning an argument, Spike's sudden impetuousness was simply baffling. "Agh! Of all the nerve!" She found herself shouting out and slammed her hoof against the floor, cracking one of the tiles.

"Rari-uh, I mean, Mistress, is everything alright?" Starla called out while rushing down to the foyer after hearing the yelling from upstairs. Just before standing at attention in front of the other unicorn the maid took care to wipe her mouth with her forehoof.

"Of course not. I wouldn't be screaming my head off if everything was..." Rarity stopped mid-rant then sniffed. "What's that?" She asked, then sniffed again. "That smell?"

"Wh-what smell, Mistress?"

Rarity sniffed the air again then without warning turned around and lunged onto Starla, penetrating the girl's lips with her tongue and probed deeply with her wide muscle, scooping out the remains of his taste as she withdrew from the maid and broke the kiss.

Starla was too stunned to talk.

Rarity swallowed the heavy pungent mix of Spike's syrupy discharge and Starla's saliva and smacked her lips, narrowing her eyes at the other pony in simmering anger. "Hmph." Was all she said before trotting away to the kitchen for a glass of wine.

Starla stood there frozen for a moment, confused and unsure as to what was going on.

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Author's Note: Boners.