Comforting a Drake That Isn't Hers
Rarity opened an eye as she heard the door to her bedroom open up. The familiar scratch of claws against the wood sent shivers up her spine, and her horn began to glow. However, Spike’s voice cut it off as he hissed out, “Keep it off. I want to stay in the dark tonight.”
Rarity’s eyes drifted down, but the damage was already done. She couldn’t see the tall, muscular form of her now adult friend, but she could easily imagine it. Her mind’s eye saw the rough jeans he wore get tugged off of his rough, muscular legs, his tight, white shirt from his wide chest, and those stupid, tighty whiteys his peeling back to free the beast he held back for only a certain few ponies that were blessed to have it.
And one that long ago should have lost the right.
She stretched herself onto the bed, arching her back as she pushed away her covers. She wore nothing beneath it, having been long ago convinced by her friends the comforts of being bare to the night. Of course, when you never knew when you may have a midnight guest, it became all the better to be relieved of clothes for when they showed up. Her own hands ran up to her chest, knowing that Spike could see every movement, and she even caught him growling in response to her actions.
Her dainty fingers gently laid upon her breasts, dwarfed by the size of her bosom as she smiled into the night, breathing through barely open lips, “What’s wrong, Spikey?”
Another deep growl came from the young drake, but she knew it well. It was arousal. Need. Desire.
Pain.
She yelped as she felt the last one herself, her hands pinned to her chest by Spike’s violent claws. They were hot, just like they always were, and she shivered at the thought of how they could cut through her like she was some soft marshmallow. They never did though. In fact, she didn’t know a single time he’d ever hurt a mare by mating with them. Well, not actually hurt them at least. A big, strong drake is bound to find a mare who liked a little danger with her love.
Rarity wasn’t that mare though, and her quick hiss of a breath in reminded him of that as his claws relaxed. They were still sinking into her chest, but that was due to his weight. His gravity as he held himself over her, his palms teasing her nipples with his smooth scales as they both panted. She could feel him at this point, erect and only centimeters from being within her.
Rarity slowed her breath, trying to get her loins to calm down like her heart did, before she gently said, in the soothing, sing song voice she knew Spike loved, “Remember the rules. My generosity is not just in my body after all, silly.”
Spike growled again as he brought himself down. His head laid next to hers, his breath threatening to burn her neck as they he almost crushed her chest with his weight. It wasn;t new to her, but it was one of the less pleasant parts of their nightly encounters, It was met with one of the most though as his thick, pointed cock slid between her thighs, grinding against the fluff there as it barely touched her lower lips.
It was torture for both of them, but the sort she enjoyed, especially when it made Spike all the more honest with her.
Unfortunately, the words he hissed were all too common for the poor boy. Too common for many his age. So young, but having to face the wider world of Equestria with the constant throbbing problem of, “I don’t know. I… I thought I was doing good. Applejack even kissed me today, and I made at least a few dozens bits, but-”
He was cut off by a gentle shush from Rarity as Rarity nuzzled against his cheek. She felt him flinch towards her for a moment, his own lips turning towards hers, but she retreated quickly enough not to merely hurt the poor stallion further.
After all, she had made it all too clear when he was eighteen that this was as far as they would ever be. Confidant and her charge. Slut and confused young stallion. Generosity and desperation.
At least, she thought to herself, Spike was once again trying to be with another mare, like he had with Sweetie Belle. That meant this could end… Or she could get another week of being forced against her bed by the biggest cock she had ever known again when things went wrong.
She hoped for the former, no matter how much her loins wanted the latter.
Fortunately for her loins, they were distracted by the immediate joy of Spike knowing what the response to such words as his would get him. She feared he used stock responses to her rules as a way to get inside of her more quickly, but the weeks she didn’t see the stallion told her otherwise. The weeks when he was strong enough not to show the problems. Not to seem like he was on the verge of breaking like Twilight and she knew.
Those were the weeks when Rarity didn’t feel like some size queen that was using her friend. The weeks when she felt like an element rather than an overworked mare.
Weeks that made her masturbate to the memories of nights like this where Spike wasn’t gentle. When she was just a receptacle for his anxieties, his fears, and his needs. When his cock slammed against her womb with each thrust, and her neck would be left with a dozen bruises by his rough tongue.
She would need a scarf tomorrow, and she noted to herself that she may want to look into a new bed as it creaked under the force of Spike’s cock slamming deep inside of her. She wasn’t a masochist, but this… This she could get into. The feeling of how much passion he put into his hips as he got to fulfill adolescent fantasies now that he was an adult.
When he got to live the world that Rarity had deprived him of.
Spike’s hands began to squeeze back down on her breasts, sinking into her flesh as she writhed under him, her breath beating against him as she knew he was coming closer and closer to the release he so desperately wanted. She wondered if he even thought about what he did on nights like this. If he wanted to make sure that she couldn’t hug him when this moment came.
It didn’t matter of course. Rarity wasn’t there to show him affection. She was there to be the same bait that he had been taking for almost ten years now. To be a trap for his hot, thick seed as it poured into her. To be a moment of pure ecstacy amongst so much of his own anxieties that tainted so much.
His pants came into her ear as a reminder of his strength and endurance, and she smiled a little. It was silly to think that she had laid all of this out so plainly so long ago so he didn’t think about it too much, and here she was tainting all of this with her silly thoughts.
She could fix that fortunately with something Spike had been almost shocked by the first time she did it. Back then she said she’d only show it to someone she would marry… Or would only ever fuck, as her own anxieties made her worry about what an actual lover would think. If they would run away, but to someone who was only meant to use her as a cum dump, she didn’t mind turning them off with it.
Not that spreading her ass for him ever turned Spike away past that first night. The night when she made it clear. She had even used meatloaf to let him know how close, and yet how impossible, he had come to being with her.
Because physically, Spike was everything she wanted. Sexually, he was everything she needed, especially as he forced herself to brace herself against the back rungs on her bed, her asshole stretching for his thick cock as it forced its way into the molded hole. Her heart though…
The closest he would ever get to having it would be in the form of a rock that he had shattered that night.
Rarity hung her head, moaning like the bitch in heat that she felt as a tear came to her eye. She needed to stop thinking about this. What was even making her nostalgic when she was supposed to be used to this? When she was supposed to be the one who never regretted it?
Maybe the three years without another stallion…
She shut her eyes, gasping with each thrust into her wide, fat ass by her all too violent toy. She couldn’t think like that. Not with all she’d done already. She just… needed to find somepony else and enjoy this stud while she could. That was what she always wanted after all when she had done this deal with Spike five years ago.
Being unable to resist cumming to his cum in her ass helped of course, though only a little as she collapsed, her body drained by the exertion of it all. Now he would show the same weakness he always did. The thing that reminded her that he was the same Spikey-Wikey she always knew. The one that wouldn’t leave her.
Skritch. Skritch.
Rarity turned over, blinking as she looked to the drake, watching as he began to pick up his clothes. That… No. He couldn’t do that. Not tonight. Not… No, she shouldn’t- “Spike?”
Spike turned back to her, fidgeting as he stood, cum still dripping from his cock, before he looked down. “I… I’m supposed to be in the barn tonight. Besides, this is just to relax, right?”
Rarity stared into the darkness. Something was wrong with her that night. She hadn’t noticed it when he first walked in, but she had been more awake. More aware that something was needed of tonight.
That she needed something of tonight.
“Spike, I want you to stay, please.”
She blinked, finally having said the words, but there was no response. No sobs of anguish, or cheers of joy from Spike. Her horn glowed, lighting the candles at the edge of her room and…
No pony was there. For a moment she wondered if it was all a dream, her subconscious trying to tell her something, but the cum between her legs said otherwise.
The cum between her legs from sex she hadn’t even paid all that much attention during…
She put a finger down, stirring some of the seed on her bed, but it was already sinking into her sheets. Already leaving, just as Spike had. After all, he had been right, and Applejack would have more questions than he would want to answer if he was actually trying to get with her friend.
Rarity sucked on the finger, humming to herself as she slowly laid herself back onto the bed. This… This was right. After all, she did this for selfish reasons. A deal she claimed was for everyone’s benefit, and to be ended when Spike no longer needed it.
No longer needed…
Rarity stared at the ceiling, not even noticing as tears ran down her face, her chest collapsing just like the poor, anxious drake’s did so often, but she was unable to say why, and even less say how to fix it as she grew numb.
Author's Note
I normally link my entire author's page, Jumbled Thoughts, and my Patreon, but in the spirit of what led to me writing this and how true this is: If you liked this out, I highly recommend checking out Sarafune Monster Preserve, where depression and sex can be mixed to be happy rather than sad.
