Banging a Pornstar

~ II ~

Important Things Never Change

Spike had always possessed the unique superpower of choking on nothing, and by default, on himself the second tension struck. His body smacked into the door, and did so once more, a smack of the forehead to clear the mind behind it.

“It would appear as though you are home, darling.” Rarity's voice floated through the door with that sing-sing effect coating its words. Regardless of the years, she did not change—aspects of her beauty now more refined. “But you are not supposed to knock in return. Unless this is some sort of game we are playing?”

“No game! No game.” Spike turned and planted his back on the frame, resting his head the same, looking to the ceiling. Why the freak out over the visit of a friend? It was just Rarity. A friend not seen for maybe a year. “Door's slightly busted. Have to fiddle with the bulk to get it back into the frame.” He swallowed. “Better now.”

“Is that so? I'm glad to hear it.” There was the shuffling of hoofsteps outside the door as anxiety rose in the air between them. “I don't suppose it's well enough to be opened now? It's not my intent to barge in on you if you're otherwise occupied.”

“No life! No life at all! Got nothing going on in here.” Spike blinked and then squeezed his eyes shut as if that would hide him from the current state of his world. He also wished to plug his ears to avoid hearing the response to his stupid words. “I mean. Was just finishing up with one thing or another. Just... gimme a sec.”

Spike inhaled slowly and exhaled sharply. Slowly he stepped away from the door and turned, coming to grip the handle, turning it, allowing the squeak to ring in complete. The wood of the frame pulled back as the hallway revealed itself from the other side.

And down below stood his mare.

“Hey Rarity.” He rested the side of his head onto the arch, doing his best to smile, a face worn after surviving a panic attack. How easily something so wonderful could then make him feel terrible. “I uh... s-sorry about that. Y-Y'know how I am... when I haven't seen anyone in a while... when I haven't seen you in a while and I...”

His eyes closed and his head tilted across the frame as if to escape saying his previous words. “And I wasn't supposed to say that last part.” He cleared his chest with a cough, came to stand straight. His claw was offered down to the mare. “It's good to see you again, Rarity.”

Nothing grasped his claw, and suddenly, the dragon was right to feel alarmed.

His eyes peeled open to gaze down at the white mare. She stood no taller than his waist and wore an expression of confused beauty. Her gaze was set only on him, taken by him, immersed in his every detail. What was she thinking? What was she feeling? Her confusion of the last few seconds must have been unreal.

“It's good to see you again as well.” Rarity dainty offered her hoof onto the palm, allowing its weight to sink into it, forcing him to carry its weight. It allowed him to legitimately hold her in that regard. “To think my fears in that elevator were naught but tricks of the mind after all.”

“Fears?”

“Oh why yes! It has been nearly a year since we all gathered for that party? How much you were starting to change back then—everyone was and everyone since has.” Rarity shook her head without pulling back her foreleg. “I'm rather sad to admit I lost touch with most of the girls back home. You danced in my mind due to another reason entirely. I've heard a lot about you throughout the city.”

Spike clenched his eye and turned his head. “That so?”

“It seems like you're worried about it being good things or bad things.”

He shrugged. “Depends on who you talk to.”

“But is that not always the case? No matter whom I spoke to, however, the stakes felt the same.” Rarity looked up into his eyes, the blue of her own, glowing, faintly, in a way drawing him into the richness of space contained within her irises. “That you had changed. In height and status and demeanour. Owning your lodgings and following your path through life. I feared you were a different dragon.”

Spike swallowed. “And am I?”

“Seeing as how my appearance is still enough to throw you through a loop? I feel right at home in calling you my Spikey-Wikey.” Rarity's smile was genuine as her eyes closed, and slowly, her hoof pulled back and down to the floor. “Little things about you have changed. For the better I must say. But the important bits? They have remained forever the same.”

Spike could only respond by allowing his body to lean and drape over the frame of the opening, barely able to hold himself up as the tension faded from his body... leaving him in a release. One much like he was supposed to enjoy moments prior. But this one was nicer in a way. “Oh Rarity. You know you can kill me like that.”

“Whaaaat? But that's hardly my fault!” Rarity stepped back with a smirk furnished to her muzzle. With a faint waving of a hoof, she pointed it at him. “You're the one that evaluates me from mare to some kind of goddess. When you view me simply as a friend, you are never stressed, that is, until you revert to the previous state—and I have to bring you back in by appearing as anypony else.”

“But you're not anypony else.”

Rarity couldn't fight the blush from her cheeks even without intent in his words. “And that you are right. Glad to see this mare still holds a place in that large heart of yours.” She then shook her head. “But I don't suppose your friend could come inside and chat for a while? Unless, of course, something in that 'no life' of yours calls for this to occur at a later time.”

Spike dropped his head in defeat, but his arm still gestured at his belly, offering the way inside. “After you, milady.”

There'd been a mental checklist that appeared—a process born, of course, from living with Twilight—to make it out of this situation alive. Watching the mare as she entered the room, the dragon couldn't help but notice the slowness to her step, a pronunciation to her sway, her flanks, supple and plush, subtle in their shifting.

One rising over the other, walls meshing together, the softness of white blanking the male's mind. He shook his head and cursed the other tucked away. It was exactly because of that ass he so admired that his scales were still about to be hung up.

As the porno of the same mare played in the other room.

“You can take a seat on the stool over there.” He gestured to the set before the high-rise table, one in the middle of the kitchen. Entering the lane on the other side, he came to the stove, a kettle with water already present. Perfect. “I'll get the water boiling and a few other things going. Just... wait here a second? Left a movie playing in the other room.”

And from that other room broke a moan, soft and loud and heavenly, enough to cause the mare to perk her ears. Rarity gazed off to the hall where that room loomed. Then her head turned to him, expression bemused.

“I don't even want to hear it from you.” Spike shook his head as he came around the counter, starting for the room. Her gaze was still on him. His head turned to meet it. “I was watching a movie before you came in. Just my luck, isn't it? Haven't seen my former crush in over a year... and the one time she comes to visit? A sex scene happens in the background. Typical.”

Rarity turned on the stool as she leaned into its back, the plushness of her ass spilling across the seat—nearly going overboard. Spike had wanted to be that stool in that second. To feel that silk and that smoothness that supplement the softness of the tush that mare towed around. He turned his head, exhaling the heat rising within him.

“Mmhm! Indeed! The usual luck for my Spike—is it not?” Rarity giggled from afar as the stool squeaked from beneath her. The weight placed in all the right places. The mare never ceased to be perfect in all regards possible. “Relax my dear. I did not mean to tease you so much and so early into our encounter again. Somehow you bring it so easily upon yourself. And sometimes a lady cannot help herself.”

“R-Right.”

“Now go!” He could feel the swatting of her hooves from behind him. “Shoo! Or else you'll lose what part of the movie you're at.”

The irony.

No sooner did the bedroom door open that it shut again. Firm close and a guaranteed lock. He felt more in the zone this time. That mare hadn't changed. Still as perfect and commanding and control of him as ever. But the friend beneath the mare was still there. There for him. She teased him with her allure while still being the friend he could talk about that allure with. How it made me him. Those moments of weakness. The past flooding into the present within seconds.

The same with the moans of so many years ago.

“Enough with you.” Spike's feet passed over the fibres of the flooring and came before the screen, a duck to a knee to be at level with the screen. Swiping the dust of the stand to black glass beneath helped him not. No matter how much he squinted... he couldn't find the buttons for anything. “The curse of T.V.s. You never know where the buttons are.”

His arm reached around the screen until his digits brushed across a cable. He grabbed and yanked it out. The screen died with the tape ejecting. Power was lost to it all. The cord was loosely tossed to the side. “Or you never know what they do... damn.”

He shook his head. “Why didn't I just unplug it all?”

By the time he found himself outside the bedroom again, the mare was already in the kitchen, forelegs up on the stove, her horn, aglow, in a magical blue. Two mugs stood before her, the kettle suspended and tilted via her suspension. She filled each of them up.

“Choose wisely in your pick of where to admire me,” Rarity said without turning her head, the back of her body exposed. She pranced in the spot in getting the levels within the cups just right. “The lecherous line is rather thin. Gazing into my mane is no sin. Set much lower than that, however—“

“You can relax.” Spike strolled to the stools and took a seat—realizing it was warm. Very warm. The kind of scented warmth that only a female could leave. Blushes spread across his cheeks. He planted them into his palms to save them... having leaned his elbows on the counter. “Your hindquarters are safe from all nearby lecherous eyes.”

“Is that so?”

“I'll knock out the first to make that attempt.”

“And if that is yourself?”

“I'll knock myself off to protect your honour.”

“Sounding more and more like my boy the more we talk.” Rarity leaned back from the stove upon returning the kettle to its place. She turned as her forehooves met the floor again. Either side of her muzzle floated their drinks. “Unable to resit about what is natural within. Yet always willing to do something about it. This lady is thankful to have her flanks safe under your protection.”

One of the mugs flew toward him, bobbing, caught within the blue aura. “Here is your reward. Taken from your stock.” She scampered onto the stool on her side, the sight of her plush body fighting to get on.. strangely attractive. It wasn't often one saw a lady struggle like a kitty. “T-Though... that h-hardly... identifies as a reward now.”

Rarity settled into her seat and regained her composure, sitting on all four legs, each tucked close together. Her cup lowered to her lips as if to cover the rising shame of the last few seconds. More than a pant was heard from the exertion.

“It's still a reward if it's made with love.”

Spike looked into his drink before taking a sip, looking at his face. It changed. Larger but slender than before. Scales coming in patches across his jaw reminded him of facial hair on a stallion. He looked more rugged now.

Yet his expression was that of the kid that never left him.

Maybe something remained the same after all.

“Bold of you to assume that I made these in any special way.”

“You didn't?”

“But of course I did.” Rarity lowered her muzzle into her cup as well. “It would be rude to scavenge your cabinets and not use what I found with love to excuse that fact.”

“So it's not made with love because it was made for me,” Spike replied from taking a sip and was held from doing so again seconds after the fact. Sugar mixed with honey tinged with early grey. The perfection combination loosened sweetness across his tongue. “But because you felt guilty for what you did.”

“Could it not be out of love and for guilt?”

“Is it?”

“That it was.” Rarity nodded with a smile. “Now drink up, Spike.”

Spike did as he was told and was taken away by the taste again. In a way it brought him back to the times before. The late afternoons of summer lost inside that boutique. They'd shut off the lights and allowed the dying sunlight to illuminate the place. The work was done and the orders had been finished. And it would be like how they were now.

“Doesn't this take you back?” the words came before he could think them, and maybe, they were better for it. “To those lazy afternoons? You and me and the day behind us. Just at that table, drinking our tea... not saying anything.”

He turned to look at her. Rarity had leaned her elbow onto the counter and rested her chin atop her sole. She gazed out the windows of the apartment, looking out to the city in the beyond, glimpsing at the sun's retreat over the mountains at the distance. “There were some occurrences we spoke.”

“Sometimes we never shut up.” Spike turned to be awash in the sunlight, which was at its brightest in the seconds before fading. There was a moral in that, somewhere. “But after getting through the day together... all we wanted was to be silent and alone... but with someone else there.”

He blinked as if saying something wrong and glanced at her. “Right?”

“Indeed.” Rarity gave an impression of a nod with her gaze set. “Always a worry in wondering if the other felt the same? But worry not. Even though at times you may not feel like it, on the whole, you and I are on the same wave-length.”

Spike chuckled as he gazed back to the ending of the current afternoon. “This is usually what we talked about too. Back then at least. I never talked so intimately with another like that. Still never did.”

“Not even in this city darling?” Rarity's head had turned and he couldn't do the same. “In this life now your own. No Twilight to boss you and no I to tease you. Surely you would have found your way by now?”

“No such luck I'm afraid.” Scratching the side of his head had been a tick that never went away. It was a part of him and always would be. No matter the changes to his body... some things really did stay the same. “Got the job and the home and the few friends to wreck the town with. Flirted with a few girls at work. But nothing... nothing has ever lived up to days in Ponyville.”

He swallowed as his eyes flicked down. “And no other has lived up to you.” He choked once more on nothing. “No creepiness meant.” He blinked. “I think saying things like that makes it more creepy.”

“Only a tad and never when it comes from you.” Rarity chortled in a way pushing her muzzle back. “It's touching to hear at the least. I'm still reminded of the days you withheld such things from me. You would have simply kept quiet after that slip and berated yourself intensely later for it.”

“Talking to my crush about all the things she puts me through.” Spike slowly shook his head and couldn't suppress the spreading smile on it. “It's a nice feeling though. Being able to be fully open. Even when I do wrong in front of you... I don't feel like I actually can do anything wrong.”

“Because I'm there to reassure and allow you to know a lady's reaction to such events—to improve yourself in the long-term.” Suddenly her eyes widened for a second. Laughter overtook her. The contained kind. A soft type. Every use of her voice was a melody. “My. I simply cannot believe it. We've fallen into our usual roles without even formally being reunited. Nothing has changed.”

Spike smirked after taking a sip of his tea. “Nothing has changed at all.”

And both were glad for it.

“Those were the days back then,” Rarity continued, “when all of us were still together. It's only natural that all of us would spread throughout the world. Yet I always had the impression you and I would be bound by a fate somehow. Or rather your intent in chasing me down.”

Spike looked back to the window... only to find the sun finally tucked behind the mountain. “I must have been so incessant for it to feel like that. Good thing I finally backed off after a while.” He looked over to her as sadness tingled in his eyes. “Right?”

Rarity did not say the word back.