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Filming the First

The room blurred and the sounds muffled by contained moans and groans, the feeling of a plush coat brushing underneath his searching claws, unable to help but knead the excessive. Maybe that defined the personality and body currently pressed onto his stomach, standing on two legs as two forehooves felt across the definition of his chest.

In terms of her speech and the volume to her body, dispersed in proportion to everywhere, the extra fluff sprouting from her chest compensated by the healthy heaping of fat coating her tush. There was where his claw's dared to search.

The dip in the back rising into the curve of her ass.

“Mmmmhmm!” Rarity broke the kiss and retreated a few inches under him, a string of saliva still between them. It wasn't broken on purpose as her muzzle turned to the side and her eyes glinted in the night. “Naughty.” She inched up and warmly blew on his lips. “How long have you fantasized doing exactly as you have done?”

Spike chuckled and did his best to smirk—exposing an expression of a goof. “Ever since the love of childhood transitioned into the lust that comes from being a teenager. I've, uh, played this scene out probably a thousand times in my head.”

He titled his head. “Is saying that to a mare sexy or creepy?”

“Sexily creepy to me, darling.” Rarity brushed her snout into his. “Tell me. Did I live up to your fantasies?”

His claw squeezed at the fat of her rump, clumps of warm marshmallow compressing between the gaps of his digits. Rarity squeaked and inched upward, pleasantly startled by the broadness—before sinking into the next kneading.

“Better than any wet dream.”

“Oh, c'mere.”

Her muzzle rose tilted forward into his, the coating of fur across her lips, each strand a tickle against his every scale, the sensation divine, the warmth flushing across his own, their softness compressing, condensing, into greater and better perfection.

Something slammed into his back. The bedroom door. Where they already there—literal and figuratively—so close to the beginning of their relationship? It'd been a decade long affair. Years of denied love and lust with fallen ambitions set the lonely lovers on edge. Spike attempted to push off the door only for hooves to slammed into his chest, pushing him against it, the mare twisting up, pushing her softness across his length, the excessive plushness spreading and flattening across his scales.

Fuck he wanted her against him badly.

Spike's claw squeezed her flank a final time, feeling her moan enter his throat, the sudden exhale through her snout. That claw pulled back to the sides of her body, feeling across her coat and rubbing her back, edging her on to whatever came next. His other claw, however, fumbled into the wood behind him.

Until finding the knob. Turned and pushed on. The two stumbled into the room.

Spike hadn't realized he was standing before the couch until Rarity pushed him onto it. Her hooves pushed him back and down as his bottom sunk into the cushion. He attempted to rise only for her to come down on him, pushing him back into his seat, keeping him there, lording from above while bathed in moonlight.

“Why don't you take a seat, Spikey, while I...” Rarity had stopped talking in turning around, the glow of amethyst caught on something. She dared across the floor to the VCR. There had been a tape sticking out. “Well well. So it was here after all.”

Spike cocked his head as the mare had turned around before him. “What was here?”

Her head hovered to the side of her body as she offered a knowing look. “Just a certain mystery I'd been seeking to put to rest. You see, in my younger years—and no laughter or lies, please—I'd felt my... femininity had gone underappreciated. Certainly not due to your incessant compliments. But to play it plain with you dear. I wanted to have a prince to admire my rump as nearly as I did.”

Rarity's horn sizzled into a luminescent spiral of blue as she stood and placed her forehooves on the top of the T.V. The power cord below floated into its socket and, in the second next, the static of the screen washed the scene. Her leg bumped the ejected tape back into the machine.

Spike sunk back into the couch and rested his head on its edge. His forearm draped over his face as a groan blew underneath it. “The auto-ejection! The second it loses power, it... ah c'mon! I'd been so close.”

“O-Oh ooooh! Nasty and disgusting!” Rarity floated her rump in a curve, tail over her privates, teasing the edges of the fuzzy lips hidden beneath. “Had that been the reason for your fluster before seeing me? Even after all these years, still alone in your room, getting off only to me. I don't think another mare would be this touched.”

“I swear it's not as perverted as you think.”

“That so?”

“It's as perverted as you think.”

The rolling of the film buzzed in the air as the footage continued to rewind. Rarity looked down at the screen with a grin. “I suppose it all worked out in the end. My friend offered me a role to explore something new. Figured I possessed the talent and the poise and... the assets needed for entry for these things. But even knowing the greatness of my curves sent countless into a trance few could contain themselves within... the admiration I desired still went unfulfilled.”

Then a shiver coursed down her spine, shaken out through her rump, both cheeks, snowy and soft, shaking and wobbling to the act. Jiggles broke across the slope of their surface and ended in the ripples across them. “But knowing you were still so dedicated to me all this time. Well, the one-time affair was worthwhile. Only a single shop sold it. Far from home with limited copies.”

Rarity looked back at him from over her shoulders, lowering her hooves on the sides of the screen, bunching her back and sticking out her rump, little sways to the internal rhythm of her body. Was she giving him a show? He did his best to sit back.

“I had decided that path wasn't for me. Everyone was understanding on the matter. Still, I had gone to that store to ensure all the copies were bought and destroyed.” Rarity stood proper again, stepping from side to side, each time a swing, a little dance building. “The owner ensured the few out there wouldn't find me in harm. He of course couldn't reveal the owners. Though there was an unintentional remark about how I'd become international considering one of the buyers.”

Spike was having a hard time focusing on the story as the mare danced before him. Thick all over was she, each shuffled left and right tugging the wagon she towed with her. Rarity looked back at him over a shoulder, violet hair covering an eye, her muzzle mostly hidden. “I'd always figured it was you. But I couldn't be certain. Until now, that is.”

Her tail flicked out of the way to reveal the lips nestled between her flanks. Heavy and coated in white fur was the extent of her vulva. Light sheen coated it. Glossing that glinted from the dim lighting of the screen. At her base peaked out a fuzzy little pearl. Her breath flexed that tight and tiny hole.

“Do you like what you see? Allow me to present to you an experience you can't get from a dusty tape.” Rarity pressed her hooves on the border and stuck out her rump, bobbing it about, slow rises to fast drop, allowing her ass to bounce. “What's that in your closest I see? Oh? Mhmhm! How perfect!”

Spike didn't want to pull his gaze away from the dancing butt and the tail swishing over the mass of each cheek. Something floated out from the right and into his view. Before them floated a camera with its screen extending from the base. The light atop flashed red.

“I do suppose it's time to update my portfolio—wouldn't you agree?”

“You've gotta be kidding me... you want to film this?”

“What's the matter, darling? Stage fright?”

“No... I could go all night...” Spike shook his head and settled back in his seat. Oh what the hell. They'd come this far, and spent this long apart. Why not have some documentation of their first time—and some footage to enjoy later. “You just want another tape of you for me to enjoy, don't you?”

“Knowing my Wikey is having fun with me even when I'm away.” Rarity turned from the set as her hooves clopped on the floor. Pelting followed behind her, thick and minuscule, a mare barely keeping herself in check. “It certainly makes me feel touched. Now c'mon. You've had yourself to yourself for long enough.”

Spike tensed her body snaked over his lap, two soft hooves lightly pressing into his thighs, pushing onto them—ceasing halfway. Both of them glanced down to the rising of his blush. His member stood tall, twitching in the warming air, but still not warm itself.

Which Rarity was more than happy to take care of.

“Poor dear.” Rarity leaned over the top of his member, taking it between her lips, offering it a gentle kiss. Spike's claws gripped the arms of the couch to keep himself from seizing, or hips from bucking, the idea of humping Rarity's face dangerously appealing. “Neglected for so long. Let's get you inside to somewhere warm.”

Was she going to do it? Rarity pulled an inch over the cock and looked down at it, amused by its throb, all the little twitches, everything provoked from her promise. Without warning was how she leaned down, lips parted and mouth open, allowing his shape to slide across the curve of her tongue, his plastic ridges caressed by her taste buds. Of course she looked up at him all the while. An eye covered by mane and the other glinting sapphire in the dimness. Light shone from the screen behind her. The days of her past aiding in the efforts of her present.

Spike couldn't help himself from bucking his hips, feeling his length pass through the tightness of her muzzle and hugged into the silky confines of her throat, massage and squeezed, sporadically, after every odd inch. There was slight pride in seeing himself bugle in her throat. But the mare handled him well—that one eye looking at him knowingly.

Despite the tension breaking through and back on her body, each thrust forcing her to adjust, every breath subtly let out, the mare didn't choke. No struggles and only a little wiggle at the hips. She was dancing on her back legs. Was this something she enjoyed?

Spike hovered a claw to the back of her head, waiting to see the reactions and, in watching her eye closed, knew he was allowed to take hold. Not even the wettest of dreams saw to him seizing control like this. Yet in gripping the mare, he pulled her in as he thrust out, barrelling deeper into her throat—fucking it for all that it was worth.

How much longer could he handle this? The dragon didn't know as he rocked his head back, rolling it around, unable to suppress the electricity that tingled within his cock. More and more had the sensitivity of its skin demanded to be somewhere warm and always hugged. Deeper and deeper it wanted to go. Rarity was nothing more than a limp toy going with the movements as she took the full extent of his pumping cock. Truly she was giving it up to him.

And that made him sure he didn't want to end it that way.

Spike threw his arms back and kept like that. Rarity rose from his base, leaving spit connecting her lips to the place. Turning her head, she coughed, keeping composed, a true lady being able to keep it all.

“I feel as though I paid back some of your lonelier years by doing that.” Rarity lowered and tilted her head to him, eye reopening, gazing up at him in greater brightness. At once she pounced, upon his thighs and forehooves on his chest, coming to dangle her rear over his crotch. “And now for the cover. Look into the camera for me sweetie.”

Spike slumped to the side for his body to appear behind Rarity. She turned and flagged up her tail to reveal all the juicy bits. She pulled a hoof from his chest and pawed it at the lens, all while the dragon offered a goofy grin, his dick but mere inches from her wetness. How Rarity looked back while partly hidden behind her shoulder. Love and lust were her tools of perfection.

“Well then.” Rarity turned back to him as her hooves slid around his neck, both of them bound, now a few seconds out from connection. “What are you waiting for? Spread me. Take the plunge. Cast me as yours.”

“Mine?”

“Quite indeed, Spike.” Rarity nuzzled herself into his chest, the rest of her body, its vastness of plushness, flattening across his scales. Only her rump stuck out, supported by the thickness of her thighs, all of it cast over his crotch. “Make this mare yours.”

Spike's claws were slow in coming to her muzzle, collecting her cheeks into his palms, lifting them from his chest, presenting her face so he could take it against his own once more. Their muzzles pressed together as their lips worked into the other.

His claws explored across the sides of her body after attaining contact, appreciating how there was always a little extra throughout her coat. He fought the urge to grip it all and shake it back and forth. Rather his claws continued across, dipping, reaching the curve where the softness began to change.

Rarity squealed into the kiss as his claws slipped over the broadness of her flanks, able to capture their surface into his palms, unable to hold all of their sizes. Each knead squeezed them through his gaps. Doughy warmth coated with something else. The sloppier kisses from the refined mare were more than worth the effort.

But Spike had done this for more than the rump itself.

His claws gripped the supple flanks a final time, spreading them apart, enough for her to feel the separation. Before she could hope to break the kiss to glance back, he already guided her bottom down—the lips of her marehood set around his head. Her lips glistened with night-long wetness. Her hips intrinsically jerked downward to take him inside... yet he halted her descent.

Rarity broke the kiss without breath to speak. She inhaled sharply to talk, stopped, feeling his girth inching past and spreading her lips. Her eyes closed in feeling the tightness of her vulva now expanding as the cock buried itself within her. Dipping slowly inside until finally breaching her hole.

And coming inside.

“D-Devious boy.” Rarity hissed the world as the continued arousal had stunned her. “You're torturing me.”

“Mhmm.” Spike leaned further into the seat as the mare raised her hooves to his shoulders, rising above him, coming to feel his claws close the gap being her flanks. Their swells pushed on her folds, tighter sandwiching the cock between them. “T-The cost of making me b... beg.”

“Then I won't make you wait anymore.” Rarity dropped her rump on his crotch as her flanks spread over his thighs. She took the whole of his cock within, clamping on his girth with her inner-walls. Slowly rocking back and forth, she teased the dick within, forcing it to her movements. “This show is for you, my Spikey.”

Spike had decided to hand over the finale to her. His claws kept on her hips, guiding them up and down per her request, copping a feel once the feeling rose. Her rump collected itself and draped ever so slightly on the rise, reaching a high until only his head was inside—before dropping all that ass on him again. Soon she was gaining speed, quicker and faster, thrust forward and back on the rises and the drops, moving around the member within, anything to push it to its limits.

The aching of his cock found its salvation deep inside the warmly cunt, its heated walls and tight interior, a feeling of steam intermixed with the wetness burning across his length. But the dragon was more focused on the mare herself. How she rode him with those closed eyes and fulfilled expressions. No amount of fame or dirty deeds could make her feel appreciated for all that she felt like she possessed.

But in his devotion to her, she became fulfilled, an emptiness in the two, finally filled, by each other.

Rarity dropped her rump onto him and moaned her loudest cry of his name, their lips plunged together, a closing of the eyes as their hips flicked intensely together as the warm wash of relaxation was upon them. Spike thrust a few more times upward, lifting the whole of her weight as it rippled across her frame, that aching now expanding as a hot torrent barrelled through his length.

Both of their backs arched as their love mixed into one, warmth building into warmth, a heat trapped between them. Seconds passed before the mare slumped into him, lazily nuzzling around his neck, sleepily content to keep that way.

And when Spike went to pull out.

“Please don't.”

Spike froze.

“I've been so empty there for far too long... please allow me to feel filled for a few moments longer.”

Spike answered the only way he could.

“As you wish... my princess.”

The two passed out on that couch together, the lack of room, not a problem, for it kept them closer. Spike always assumed a mare like Rarity would need a queen-sized bed to be happy. Yet she didn't cease to smile in her sleep. Not while she was still draped over him.

The footage on the camera found its way into becoming a tape.

A tape that, through means unspoken off, became widespread.

The two, without meaning to, became famous pornstars.

The irony.

Author's Note

I feel like it's redundant at this point to say this story is a strange one. All of my stories are strange ones. The only thing I claim is all my stories are uniquely strange.

This story began as a collaboration between An Intricate Disguise and I but, as you can guess, the project fell through the cracks. The first chapter was written in 2018 and the finale didn't occur until 2020. AiDs has me beat in nearly every regard in writing and prose. His scope of stories, however, keep only inside the premise and never touch outward.

The first chapter was much like that. Just Spike and a tape, jerking off to that, Rarity appearing, her finding the tape, the two doing the business. Despite how simple it sounds, none else could do it as well as him, to actually make one feel alive and immersed in such a risque scene.

But I am not quite that good.

Rather all I have to cop to are the 'deeper' elements in a story. Something just beneath the surface that infuses the whole. It's because of this you can see the difference in the middle of the story where a theme was interjected.

It's of my belief you can go back to any story and update it. Allow there to be differences in the writing itself if you please—how great of a difference is there and how much of it is in our heads?—edit the whole after the fact to keep the 'level' consistent.

What about changes to the story? When I came back to this story, the whole of it lurked in the back of the head—as most tales do—but asked to be expanded. Take what you have and reflect. What can be added or changed but keeps the whole about the same?

Rarity is a pornstar for reasons of wanting to feel appreciated. She is a mare who knows what she has and loves to flaunt and tease it, and yet, doesn't actually feel those qualities are as deeply appreciated as she would like them too. Even becoming famous doesn't fulfill that craving.

But the days of being chased by Spike allowed her to feel like she was before a full and round mirror. In that once annoying purist of her, she realized it was that she craved most of all. Thus with that little theme tucked within the premise, I began work.

And then the porn chapter is the porn chapter. Let this be another sharing of advice. If you crave comments—threaten to withhold porn.

You'll wake up to a full inbox.

~ Yr. Pal, B ~