Intoxicating Scales

Rarity's muscles groaned with tiredness upon returning home. Melancholy flooding her as she wave goodbye to her friends. Running to her room with heavy steps, tears already flowing down her face. Ice flowed through her veins and glass pumped through her heart.

"His first real crush!" she snarled into her pillow , "We'll see about that! I won't let Sweetie steal him. I doubt many ponies really could want to be plowed by a dragon like me."

Sighing she curled comfortably underneath her blankets, mumbling "There's more to life than that. Honestly Rarity, you are acting like a horny teenager. Just keep yourself busy and this'll all pass."

"Spike!!!" Rarity panted, nailed against the wall, calves thrashing midair. "That's too hard!"

The dragon continued the assault, smacking against her ass, holding a thigh in one hand, flicking her clitoris with the other. Squeezing her in his thighs and clenching his back and leg muscles.

"Nhm! Ah! Ahh!" Rarity whined, as he plowed his manhood deeper into her, stretching her lavender anus that constricted it. She gently rolled her hips to ease the pain, causing the dragon to quake with shivers of pleasure. He slid two fingers into her marehood, creating tiny squelches as he tenderly massaged his penis and her walls from inside.

"Bw-ah! Ah Aahhh!! she cried, thrashing her head and blushing, feeling her hot juices explode around him, drenching her hips and raining on the crystal floor.

Spike gingerly nibbled her neck, before barring his jaws deeper into her, creating beads of blood to stain her white coat. His cum searing the inside of her already boiling vagina, soaking her even further.

Upon waking the day after, Rarity pulled out her sketch pad and sat on her stool, moaning and trying to get the expletive intrusive thoughts out of her head.

"Rarity?" Sweetie asked while opening the door, "Have you seen the advil? I have a horrible headache, stayed up too late last night."

"Ah, yes, it is in-" turning around to face her, she noticed how disheveled the mare's mane looked, shoulders more relaxed than usual. "Oh...? Did anything happen last night?"

"Nothing in particular. I had a little cider with the girls after we sold all the pies. Now I could really use some pain reviler for this."

"Second drawer in the bathroom." Rarity said dryly, returning to creating.

"What did I do?" Sweetie asked with malice.

"Nothing darling, I just stayed up late and didn't sleep well. I apologize for any aggression my words accidentally harbored."

Her eyes softened with concern, "It's okay. Don't push yourself too hard sis. You really should get some rest, your eyes are really red and puffy."

"I will soon Sweetie."

"Oh, and I am going out later. Spike's helping us restore the treehouse, it's a lot easier since he can fly up there. AppleJack and Big Mac are too busy to help."

Rarity shuddered imagining the orange earth pony working with a dull headache after the other night. Heart jumping at the mention of Spike's name, but feeling the bitter sting of realization she needed to let him make his choice.

"I'd better come along too actually. I have business at Sweet Apple Acre's as well."

"Alright, I'll be heading out right after this goes down."

After an hour the two white unicorns embarked towards the farm. Rarity wearing a breezy butterscotch t-shirt and dove-gray yoga shorts, hair clipped back in a lazy bun, not bothering to put on makeup. Sweetie on the other hoof wore rose-red shorts that tightly clung to her buttocks, subtlety extenuating light curves of her mare hood. And a sky-blue shirt unbuttoned slightly reveal a little torso. Her mane and tail stylishly ruffled between kempt and messy, curls bouncing with each step. Her eye shadow had evolved into a dark juniper, causing her pale green eyes to pop even more.

"My my Sweetie, this is a sudden wardrobe change."

"These are the cloths you made me for my birthday a few weeks ago, I thought I'd try them out."

Rarity pinned back her ears, understanding why Spike would have imprinted on her had she been dressing like this. Shyly glancing down at what she herself was wearing and blushing. Her sister cheerfully walked a few paces ahead of her. The overcast a stark contrast to yesterdays clear, sunny weather. Ponies all around tore apart their booths and stalls from yesterdays festival, smiling at her on passing.

"Why have you decided to restore it now of all times?" Rarity inquired, the thought striking her suddenly.

"Oh, um well, nostalgia I guess. Twilight mentioned it the other day and Spike asked what state it was in and offered to help."

Hearing that name on her lips was like venom, each time she spewed it, the harder it became to swallow her own bitterness and resentment.

"How generous!" she toothily grinned, "He really is quite the gentleman."

"You say that about any stallion who helps you." her sister attempted to tease, but this realization stung her even more, "But he really is." she finished whimsically.

Rarity scrunched up her nose, unable to definitively tell if the unicorn in front of her had the same attraction to the dragon as she did. She always sounded dreamy, so it made it monumentally hard to tell.

"What will you be doing on the farm by the by?" Sweetie asked, obviously suspicious. "Usually you mention your plans days or even weeks ahead of time."

"Oh dear, um, AppleJack asked me for some help."

"AppleJack asked you for help?" she deadpanned.

"Drop that tone this instant. She asked me to...to help with what threading should go with the quilts this year for the Reunion."

"Oh! I forgot that was coming up!" Sweetie gasped, "Wonder if Apple Bloom will invite me and Scoot again, since we're practically family."

Rarity seared holes into the back of the mares head with her glare. AppleJack had only invited her a hoof-full of times- though she was also the main one running the event and understood most activities just weren't her fortay. Still, she missed at least knowing she was thought of.

"I think you will," she admitted, "You'll appreciate this one last Hoo-Rah before college."

Sweetie snorted, "You are hilarious Rarity."

The two split off soon after entering Sweet Apple Acre's. Rarity attempting to keep a brisk walk, looking like she knew where she was going while she was still in sight before collapsing down behind a tree. Curling up and watching the breeze pull on the blades of grass.

"Rarity?" a saccharine voice piped up, "What're you doing here?"

Sugar Bell stepped in sight, a minuscule basket of apples on her back.

"I could ask the same question," she accidentally snapped, "I mean, I'm sorry, today hasn't been well and I just needed a place to go. Have you seen AppleJack around?"

"Sure! She's feeding the pigs and chickens right now over that way. And to answer your question, I am helping Big Mac haul a few apples, though it is harder than I expected." the pink unicorn blushed. Abundantly clear by the six apples to managed to procure.

"Ah yes, well keep up with that and thank you!" she said with forced cheerfulness, trotting off.

Rarity began to charge ahead upon sighting the orange farm pony, but skidding to a halt and jumped behind a tree when she spotted that she was conversing with Scootalo, Apple Bloom and Spike. Clenching her jaw nervously as she attempted to peek and listen.

What she saw spoke much more than words. Sweetie Belle strolled out from behind the hen house, motioning for every pony to get started. All nodded and chanted something motivating, turning towards the trees in the opposite direction. AppleJack had also turned her back to them, lugging up a bag of chicken feed onto her back. Spike had noticeably trailed behind the group- specifically behind Sweetie. She barley was able to see the slight nostril twitch as he lowered his long neck closer to her behind- to which she moved her curly tail to better show off her backside.

Her heart hammered in her chest until it felt like it shattered. She slide down the tree trunk and sighed. Kicking a rock with a front hoof.

" 'M Not going to pretend like I didn't see you sneakin' 'round."

The unicorn jumped, giving a starled, "Be-wah!"

"What's troublin' you Rare?" AppleJack asked sternly. "You don't just come to visit me. I covered for you and told Sweetie that you were in the barn already sortin' through thread."

"Thank you very much for that. You're a life saver. I've just been-"

"Lonely?"

"Eh-yeah..." she said, defeated.

"Well how 'bout you actually come with me and sort out that thread and we can talk 'bout this."

Nodding, she rose back up, following the earth pony to the barn. Together they pulled down boxes full of sewing supplies, Rarity organizing them out on a table and staring intently at them. Pulling particularly riveting ones closer for inspection.

"You need to find somethin' to keep you busy."

"I beg your pardon?"

"I mean somethin' other than fashion. Since that's obviously not keepin' your mind of...that."

"Oh, yes. Well thanks for the suggestion."

"No, we have to find something. I do enjoy your visits Rare, but I can see this becoming a common thing. And I don't always have the free time to hang out."

Rarity remained silent, guilt weighing heavily at her eyes.

"You've been cryin'"

"What? No I have-"

"Rarity, I have an emotional younger sister, and sensitive older brother who all try and hide when they cry well. And their coats can better hide the redness. I can blatantly tell, your eyes are as pink as budding strawberries. Spill the beans."

"I don't know how to AppleJack it's-"

"I am only goin' to ask one more time before I get upset."

"Oh AppleJack, you don't know what it's like to have your younger sister have the man of your dreams wrapped around her hoof! After he had a crush on you for years!"

The farm pony raised an eyebrow. "What? Is Sweetie into older guys too...?"

Looking around, Rarity nodded, "Yes."

"Wow, that is troubling. But why would you want someone going after someone as young as her."

"Well, I mean, he is younger than I am."

"By how much."

Rarity attempted to calculate an age that wouldn't be jarring, keeping in mind her and Sweetie's twelve year age difference. "Five years."

"That's not too bad I guess." said AppleJack with a thoughtful expression. "Who is he?"

"Oh yeah, his name is..."

"Sugarcube, I say this with love but...have you known this stallion long enough to even know his name?"

"It's WolfBane Flourish."

AppleJack snickered, "The scrawny pegasi that was a few years under us in school? He's still in PonyVille?"

"Why yes, he is. And he is a dashing gent-, cavalier."

"He's Fluttershy's cousin right? The one with earth pony parents? Maybe you should talk to him, he probably thinks you aren't interested."

"Oh, ah huh, yeah. Will do."

"In fact, I could mention it to Fluttershy and she could set something up, would you like that?"

Rarity pondered for a moment. He wasn't a bad looking stallion from what she could remember. And it would be nice to meet up with somepony from all those years ago.

"That sounds divine darling."

Late evening has arrived by the time Rarity left. Tired from helping her friend with a few extra things before trotting back. Not looking forward to seeing Sweetie at home- or rather not wanting to smell Spike's alluring scent on her. Perhaps WolfsBane wouldn't be so bad, though she expected little from it other than being a passing exchange.

The sky was a brilliant mix of orange and lavender, light gorgeously filtering through the trees. She took her time plodding up the dirt trails and inhaled the crisp scent of ripe apples. The sweetness of their scent finalized her decision to head over to Sugarcube Corner to pick something up, and perhaps chat with Pinkie a little.

PonyVille was stiller than usual for this time of day, hardly anyone was wandering about. She nervously glanced around, trying to deduce why but failing to see. Even the clouds had cleared away at this point.

She smiled as the warmth of the bakery hit her as soon as she opened the door. Cantering in casually and ringing the bell. Eagerly spying over the counter for her friend. A curly pink mane bounded down the stairs, however it was attached to a short, portly blue mare.

"Oh Rarity, what can I do for ya'?" she asked with a cheerful smile.

"Just stopping in for some chocolate cinnamon buns with strawberry icing if you wouldn't terribly mind. Is Pinkie around?"

"Sorry, she just left with the Twins, the Puppet Master decided to stay another day in PonyVille after the festival, and they still are really into that, wouldn't ya know?"

Rarity chuckled, "I am still a sucker for puppets, so I don't blame them."

Mrs. Cake disappeared back behind the counter, promising only a few minutes wait. She sat down on one of the waiting benches, humming a tune to herself and inhaling the delicious perfume of baked goods. Wishing that she could make food this delectable.

Receiving the bakers dozen of buns, already consumed one as she stepped out the door. Balancing the box on her back and slowly walking outside. Turning her head towards laughter full of merriment, halfway to her home. Ambling her way onto a hill away from the many foals spread out across the grassy field, all staring at the magnificent puppet show. Resting down, she too observed it, eating away at her fourth bun.