Be Gentle, Darling

by Cardinal Dan Productions

Rating: mature
Tags: Rarity, Sex, Sweetie Belle, Anthro, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Romance, Spike
Length: 4222

Spike is growing up, and no pony has noticed this more than Rarity. Knowing the young dragon is eager to get out in the world and start meeting mares, she steps in to offer him some helpful advice.

Spike is growing up, and no pony has noticed this more than Rarity. Knowing the young dragon is eager to get out in the world and start meeting mares, she steps in to offer him some helpful advice.

***Updated: 4-10-2023***

Published 2019-06-12 21:40:01 UTC
Last updated 2019-06-12 21:40:01 UTC

Short: Be Gentle, Darling

Author's Note

Welcome to yet another Spike/Rarity romantic clopfic, based on and inspired by my very own Slippery When Wet. Enjoy!

Spike: Age 19
Rarity: Age 27
Sweetie Belle: Age 18

Cover art by Pia-chan. Show her some support!

Short: Be Gentle, Darling

***A Patriot Pony Short***

It was a beautiful Fall morning in Ponyville as Spike walked up the dirt path to the Carousel Boutique, carrying several rolls of fabric consisting of assorted colors. Earlier that same week, Twilight borrowed them from Rarity to put together her very own Nightmare Night costume before asking him to kindly return them on her behalf. Spike didn’t mind running errands for her, especially ones that sent him to Rarity’s house. There was never a time when he didn’t enjoy seeing the beautiful mare in her natural habitat.

Now, he rapidly approached the front door, clutching tightly onto the rolls of fabric as they threatened to slip from his arms. Carefully, he raised his free hand and knocked on the door several times. Then began the waiting game.

Twilight had sent him over without much information to go off of, like what to do if Rarity wasn’t home. He wondered how much time would have to go by in order for it to seem appropriate for him to leave. What if the Crusaders were there? Sweetie Belle and her friends often used the Carousel Boutique as a hangout when they weren’t at their clubhouse.

While Spike was lost in his diverging thoughts, he failed to notice the subtle opening of the front door, revealing Rarity as a kind smile came over her face. “Oh! Good morning, Spike...” She batted her eyes in her usual, cute fashion as she stepped forward to lean against the frame. “It’s always a pleasure to see you around.” Then, she spotted the fabric. “I’m guessing Twilight sent you back with my materials. Thank you, darling.”

Spike stood motionless as she relieved him of the fabric he was carrying, pulling the rolls from his arms and taking them into her own. He found it increasingly difficult to say or think anything rational in her presence. She wore casual black shorts, very small ones that complimented the equally revealing purple top. It was silky and thin, exposing a generous amount of her deep cleavage that formed between her naturally large breasts. Needless to say, little was left to the imagination.

All the while he was frozen in his catatonic state, she stood underneath the door frame and smiled at him. Her mouth appeared to be moving, but the conversation was one-sided. Whatever she was saying fell on deaf ears as everything in the young dragon’s mind was drowned out by the sound of his own blood rushing.

When he didn’t answer, she frowned before taking one of the rolls of fabric in her free hand and whacking him gently in the side of the head with magenta. “Spike!”

Spike shook his head as he came back to reality. “Wh-What?” When he saw the look on her face, he turned red with embarrassment as his gaze fell to the ground, the realization dawning on him that he must have been staring someplace he shouldn’t. “Oh... I... I’m sorry...”

In an instant, Rarity’s frown vanished and was replaced by her usually kind mannerism. With the fabric clutched tightly against her visible chest, she stood on the tips of her toes, temporarily equaling her height to his, and she pecked a quick kiss on his cheek. “Posh, darling. Now, come inside, and I’ll get you something to drink.”

Spike hadn’t the chance to say anything as she turned to walk back inside, leaving him alone at the door. His hand slowly rose to his cheek where Rarity’s lips had left their mark and felt the trace amounts of saliva she’d left there, surprised that it was even there at all. He hadn’t planned on staying long, but there was something about her invitation that gave him pause. Then, with his bearings collected, he followed after her.

“Sit anywhere you like, and make yourself comfortable, Spike. I’ll be just a moment.” Inside the Carousel Boutique, Rarity placed her materials on a work station to the side that was surrounded by a few naked mannequins that would no doubt soon sport her latest creations. In fact, by the look of the state of things, she appeared to be in the middle of just such a project. Sewing machines, needles, and other necessities useful to a tailor were strewn around aimlessly. At least to Spike, that’s how it looked. To Rarity, he was sure everything had a purpose and was where it needed to be.

Spike did as instructed, finding a chair by a large display platform near the center of the room, and before long, Rarity returned with two glasses, each brimming with ice water. She offered him the first glass before sitting across from him on the display stand. After accepting the cool beverage graciously, he took several long gulps. He wasn’t terribly thirsty, but it was refreshing all the same.

Out of the corner of his eyes, Spike saw her watching him meticulously, her own eyes scanning every inch of him. He’d never really felt uneasy around any of his friends, but ever since the incident at the door, something about Rarity peaked his curiosity.

Casually, she cleared her throat and set the glass in her hand down. “Can I get you anything else, Spike? Are you hungry, perhaps?” As Rarity said this, she inched closed to him and placed a hand intimately on his shoulder.

Spike shied at her touch, causing her to recoil, and his cheeks burned hot. “Y-Y-You don’t have to do that... Go through any trouble, I mean. Twilight only sent me over to return your-“

Rarity silenced him with a finger to his lips, smirked at him and rolling her eyes. “Nonsense, darling. You’re a guest in my home, and it would be no trouble, I promise you.” She persisted in her subtle advancements, scooting ever closer on her rear. “As long as I’m your host, you won’t have to lift a finger... Besides, I can smooth things over with Twilight if she gets a little upset with you being out for a while.”

She retrieved her glass of water and raised it to her lips, but as she tipped it towards her, some of the cold liquid dribbled down her chin and fell to her cleavage. The mare let out a squeal, presumably surprised by the cold, and dropped the glass. It didn’t shatter, luckily, but the mess that resulted from her clumsiness caused her to grow increasingly upset.

Spike was quick to help her, getting down on his hands and knees and using his own shirt to soak up the water while she picked up the fallen glass. Soon after, most of the floor was dried, but now his shirt stuck to his hide, soaked with water.

Rarity helped him to his feet, managing a smile despite her messy condition. “Thank you, dear... Oh, Spike, what would I ever do without you?” Then, she rose to the tips of her toes, threw her arms around his neck, and kissed him full on the lips.

Fireworks exploded in his mind as the older mare pressed her mouth against his. It felt not dissimilar to the kiss on the cheek he’d received earlier, but leagues better at the same time. It was his first kiss, his first real kiss, and it was with Rarity! Of all mares in Equestria, his first ever kiss was with Rarity!

Several long seconds passed before she finally pulled away, leaving a very thin strand of saliva connecting their lower lips, but before Spike could say anything, she was already grabbing onto the bottom of his shirt in an attempt to pull it off.

Spike was stunned by this action, to say the least, but Rarity looked far less surprised. By the look on his face, she could tell what he was thinking. She looked up at him and put on a cheeky grin. “Hmm... Nothing like that, darling, but I can’t let you leave like this. Let me dry this for you, before you go.”

He didn’t exactly jump at the opportunity to say ‘yes’. He was in unfamiliar waters, and one wrong step had the potential to ruin everything. “Rarity, I don’t-“

She gripped onto his shirt, pulling herself closer until her breasts pressed against his chest. “I insist, Spike... Please, let me do this for you. It’s the very least I can do.”

Spike was reluctant, to say the least, but the pleading look in her eyes convinced him to allow her this one fulfillment. He raised his arms over his head, and she pulled his shirt up and over with a unique prowess, probably learned from dressing and undressing the mannequins. Now, he stood before her shirtless. His eyes watched hers as they soaked in his naked torso.

There was a visible shortening in her breath, but she didn’t say anything more. Instead, she turned around and motioned for him to follow. She lead him away from the main room and into another. This one was much smaller, closer to the size of a large closet, but it housed a clothes washer and its mated dryer, two appliances typically found in most Ponyville homes.

Rarity prepared the dryer with just a few touches to the machine’s buttons and placed his shirt inside before looking over her shoulder at him. “The fabric will require a more... delicate touch and take longer to dry.”

Spike wasn’t an expert like her, so he didn’t attempt to make an argument when she set the timer for two hours. Twilight would certainly wonder where he’d been for so long. She was expecting him to help her practice some spells later in the afternoon, but Rarity promised to cover for him, so he decided to trust her. Everything was ready, but before she started the dry cycle, she removed one last article of clothing. It didn’t come from Spike, however. Rather, it came from herself.

Rarity let out a grunt as she pulled her own top up and over her head, flipping her hair around as it came free. Then, to the shock and amazement of Spike, she dropped it into the dryer, along with his shirt. “I might as well dry my top too. It got just as wet, after all.” She turned around to face him, leaning back against the dryer as she folded her arms under her now naked breasts. “You won’t mind, surely. You’re far too much of a gentle beast.”

Spike swallowed hard as he stared at her breasts, her hard, rosy nipples staring right back. Once again, his voice failed him. Like any young male, he’d often imagined what his lifelong crush might look like nude. This was little in terms of preparation for the real thing, and standing before him, in a compact and tight space, she held her uncovered breasts for him to see, almost as though she were presenting them.

She chuckled at his blank expression, and her laughter caused her flesh to bounce and jiggle in ways that captivated him. “My... Is it really your first time?” The older mare grabbed onto her own breasts and squeezed them for the dragon to see. “You’ve never seen a mare’s boobs before? Spike, you’re adorable...”

Then, she released them, and reached out, taking Spike’s hands in hers before slowly guiding them towards her chest. He began to panic, having never done anything of the kind before. His heart raced in his chest as his mind fumbled to come up with something to say, anything to say. “Rarity... What... What are you... doing?”

At his timid and downright nervous demeanor, she laughed again, sweetly as she drew his hands in closer. “Oh, darling, my dearest Spikey-Wikey... Don’t you know?” She leaned in close, holding his palms just a hair’s width away from her flesh. She brushed her cheek against his and her lips against his ear. “I like you, Spike...” Then, she turned her head to face his, angling her mouth as she closed in for a kiss. “I really, really like you...”

Their lips connected for a second time, and just as they kissed, Spike’s hands made contact with her breasts. Initially, the softness was what surprised him the most. He’d always imagined them to be a lot more firm, but the felt more like putty in his fingers, massive and squishy.

With each squeeze, the kiss would break temporarily as Rarity let out a satisfied moan. “Gentle, darling... Those are sensitive...” She pulled back and looked deeply into his eyes. “It’s time I taught you how to properly treat a lady, Spike...”

Guiding his hands, she position his hands around her breasts in a way that she found satisfactory. “That’s good, Spike... Cup them just like that... Now, massage them between your fingers. Imagine you’re kneading dough.”

That part wasn’t as difficult. He’d done some work at Sugarcube Corner with Pinkie Pie before. Rarity’s breasts felt just as soft, but a lot warmer. His actions on her were now eliciting pleasure visibly as her entire body squirmed, but the most interesting part was when his palms grazed over her hardened nipples. With even the slightest touch, she’d voice an excited gasp. “Spike, you’re wonderful...”

Happy with his current performance, he was caught off guard when she placed her hands on his chest and shoved him away. There was no time to react or begin formulating questions as she grabbed him again and pushed him into the side of the dryer. “Be still, Spike...” Her authoritative voice surprised him as she brushed her hair out of her eyes. She slowly descended to her knees before him, and her nimble fingers made quick work of his pants, unbuttoning them and pulling the zipper down in one swift motion. “Be very still... I want to savor this...”

Then, before his eyes, she hooked her fingers into his pants and. began to pull them down. His briefs too were no match for her, and as they came low enough, his erect cock popped out to meet her. Rarity’s eyes glistened as they looked over his phallic tool, taking in everything they could see.

Spike had never felt so embarrassed in his life, totally out of his league. Part of him wasn’t ready for what was about to happen, but the rest of him shook with anticipation.

Rarity licked her lips as she closed in, and she expelled a hot breath that hit the tip of his member. “I’ve dreamed about this for so long, Spikey... so long...” With her tongue, she licked the bottom of his shaft from its base all the way to the tip, causing Spike to shudder as new sensations washed over him. Then, without missing a beat, she swallowed the tip whole and began moving her lips down the length of his cock.

Nerves he never even knew he had were firing off wildly. It was as though he was completely aware of every part of her mouth as she took more and more of him inside it. It was incredibly warm and wet, two sensations never before felt on his member, but now, he watched helplessly as Rarity sucked fervently on his stiffened rod, her head bobbing up and down with enthusiasm.

Throughout the oral sex, she stared up at him. Spike returned the sentiment and stared back, but every so often, his eyes would shift to the door. He worried over the ever looming possibility that somepony might walk in on them.

The look on his face must have made it painfully obvious what he was thinking, because Rarity pulled back, allowing his cock to fall clumsily from her mouth, now soaked and slippery with her spittle. Taking the shaft in one hand, she beamed up at him as she began to stroke the young dragon off. “Relax, darling. We are quite alone, I can assure you... Sweetie Belle is out with her friends and won’t be back any time soon...” Her grip around his member tightened, causing him to wince as she rose to her full height and pulled him into a loving kiss, mashing her wet lips into his.

Spike was starting to like this kissing, but this one didn’t last as long as the others. Before long, it ended abruptly as Rarity flipped him around once again. Standing between him and the humming dryer, she slipped out of her black shorts, exposing her most private area before hoping on top of the appliance behind her and spreading her legs for him to see. Now, she was just as naked as him, a she smiled excitedly as she stroked the neatly trimmed patch of purple hair that crowned her glistening slit, now dripping wet with anticipation. “It’s your turn, Spikey...”

In an instant, he knew what she meant, and against any opposition there might have been in the back of his mind, he found himself being slowly drawn to his knees as he closed in on his prize. All the while he got closer and closer, she watched him with a never before seen intensity. Rarity bit into her lower lip as his first breath hit the puffy, aroused folds around her marehood. “Stop, Spike...”

He froze in place. He was already so close to her slit that the aroma of sex was intoxicating, but he didn’t dare move. “I... I thought you wanted me to...” Spike looked up at her, searching for any signs that she might have changed her mind about letting him do what he was about to do, but there was no such evidence.

Her teeth were bared and her lips curled into an almost menacing grin. “I do, darling, but there is a right way to please a lady, and a wrong way, and I would like you to do it the right way...” The dragon nodded carefully and listened as she placed a gentle hand on the top of his head, running her fingers over his green spikes. “Try to think of sex as a symphony, Spikey, and you as it’s director... To achieve the best effect and leave your audience happy, the music should gradually crescendo into a great climax. It keeps them tuned in and constantly wanting more until they arrive at the moment they’ve all been waiting for...”

Spike thought he understood. It sounded simple enough, but he couldn’t shake the feeling that there was more she wasn’t telling him, and that was the whole idea. He moved forward, not even conscious of his own motions at this point. As though it were natural instinct, he stuck out his tongue and used it to ever do slightly tease Rarity’s wet folds, and he received positive results immediately. The sexual actions were minimal on his part, but the older mare squirmed violently, having to grasp onto the sides of the dryer to keep herself still. Not wanting to risk being kicked in the face, he was forced to hold her legs down as well, but this too turned out to be a plus as she seemed to like being restrained.

“Spike...” Rarity’s voice was raspy, and her breaths were heavy. “You... You can crescendo now... Don’t be afraid to... to go deeper and explore...”

Between not wanting to disappoint her and just wanting to see how much he could make her squirm, he was more than happy to oblige her. As though he were kissing her on the mouth, he mashed his lips into her slit, allowing his tongue to dart deeper inside than before. The taste was what shocked him the most. He hadn’t known what to expect, having never done this before. It was the most bizarre thing ever to cross his tongue, both sweet and sour at the same time, and even having somewhat of a bitter, salty aftertaste. He lapped up every bit of her sexual secretions, probing her inner most walls with his tongue to find more.

It almost seemed like he couldn’t do anything wrong, even if he tried to. Every little motion inflicted on Rarity seemed to drive her wild, but she clearly needed more than just his mouth and tongue. “Oh, Celestia, that’s good!” She panted heavily as she brushed her messy hair from her face. “Spike... I... I can’t wait any longer...” He stopped his oral attack on her slit, looking up at her with a puzzled expression. Through her deep, heavy breaths, she managed a weak smile and dreamily opened her legs as far as they could go. “Take me, Spike...”

He didn’t dare oppose her, and he quickly rose to his feet, pointing his member directly at her dripping slit. Rarity placed her hands on his hips and guided him forward until the tip of his cock ever so slightly parted her folds. “That’s it... That’s it, darling... Just... Ah! Right there...” He pushed his hips forward, slowly burying his penis inside the experienced mare. With every inch that he pushed in, her tight inner walls gave way to his length and girth, parting in all directions as he filled her up. “Oh, Spike!” She reared her head back and let out a scream as he breached her womb. “Oh, yes! You’re wonderful!”

That was it, the final hurdle. His virginity was lost, a thing of the past, now a gift he gave willingly to Rarity. He started to pump his member in and out, soaking in the new experiences and feelings washing over his body. With every thrust, he felt a brief breeze of cool air against his cum-soaked shaft before it was quickly plunged back into the warmth of her welcoming vagina. Once inside, her inner walls, having been properly prepared to receive him through his oral intrusions, squeezed the life out of his cock with slippery love juices.

He repeated these steady thrusts but grew harder and more intense with each one, remembering what Rarity had told him about gradually increasing the level of inflicted pleasure. Even as their most sacred parts joined in a messy union, Spike couldn’t believe he was actually having sex with Rarity. It seemed like something straight from a dream, and the dizzying feeling coming over him supported this. His head spun in circles as an intense pressure built up inside him. It had always been there, since the moment he met her at the door, but now there was no avoiding it. He was approaching an orgasm at an alarming speed, and he couldn’t muster the words to warn Rarity about what was happening to him.

She seemed like she was in another world entirely, throwing her head back as she allowed him to plow into her, her large breasts bouncing wildly in every direction with each contact. With one hand, she supported herself upright by pushing down onto the dryer, but with the other, she dug her painted hails into the young dragon’s back. “Don’t stop, Spike... Don’t you dare stop... I... I’m...”

Rarity bared her teeth and shut her eyes as her entire body shuddered hellaciously. Then, she howled into his neck as her vaginal walls slammed together with ferocity. As a result, Spike himself was pushed over the breaking point. A tiny voice in the back of his mind pleaded for him to pull out. He knew what would happen if he didn’t. He knew what the risks were, but it was far too late. She must have sensed what he was thinking, because her legs wrapped around his rear and locked together at the ankles.

With nowhere now to go but forward, Spike buried his cock inside it’s sheath and released, staring deeply into Rarity’s wanting eyes as he pumped his seed deep into her womb. As her inner walls continued to squeeze the semen out of him, she brushed her fingers tenderly under his chin and pulled him into a long kiss. She fell on her back, and Spike fell with her, their mouths not once parting as he finished draining himself inside her. With its load at long last spent, his member began to shrink to its normal size.

Like newly wed lovers, the dragon and mare basked in the blissful afterglow of their fornication. Beneath them, the dryer fell silent and still, marking the end of its two hour cycle, but neither one of the cared to notice.

She traced a finger lazily down his chin towards his chest. “You were better than I ever could have imagined, darling, definitely worth purposely dropping that glass.” Spike stared at her full of disbelief. She’d planned the whole thing, and he fell for it. Grinning wildly, Rarity cupped his cheeks in her hands and let out a deep sigh of content. “You know something, Spike? I think I’m in love with you...”

Despite her harmless deception, Spike felt the same way, having been crushing on her for years, ever since he was really little, but before he find the words to reply, a gentle ‘cough’ came from the door. Both parties looked in that direction to see a stunned, shocked, and very much speechless Sweetie Belle.

***The End?***