Rather than keep him cooped up at home, Twilight Sparkle encouraged Spike to travel Ponyville, joined by Rarity when they made their daily rounds. While she wasn't ready to make clear her relationship with him, the fashionista had no such reservations, draping herself upon the dragon and kissing him in public whenever somepony looked their way.
They trotted down the streets at his sides, past houses and market stalls, stallions and mares stopping to stare. It was a mostly clear day with a few scattered clouds, the gentle sunlight falling upon them. Once he would have lowered his head and tried to appear smaller so as not to scare the denizens. Now he proudly stood upright, smiling as his tail swished about.
With confidence came more control. He wasn't clumsily knocking into carts or ponies anymore. He even nodded to a few passersby, wishing them a good day, while Rarity took every chance to brag about her wonderful new lover.
“You see, I want them to know this is normal.” Twilight stroked his wings. “They'll come around. You're not scary at all! I mean you could be if you wanted,” she added fearing she'd insult his pride.
“Don't sweat it! I know what you mean.” He sneaked his claws around the mares at his side, squeezing the bottom of Rarity who smiled in approval, and likewise Twi who made a cute squeak, looking around paranoid that somepony had seen that.
“Not in public,” she whispered with a blush. “At least, not yet!”
“That's okay,” said Rarity with a rapid flutter of lashes. “You can touch me whenever you like.”
With a toothy grin Spike continued to knead her marshmallow-like tush. She happily raised her tail to allow him purchase, swishing it about as she hummed. “Beauty and the beast,” a mare in the crowd mumbled and Rarity glared daggers at her, forcing her to shamefully back down. He frowned, suddenly self-conscious again.
Rarity nuzzled him. “Take no heed of those ignorant fools, Spike. You're perfect as you are.”
They had kept his up over an entire week, taking their time to welcome Twilight into the herd, making certain she felt welcomed and loved. They would eat, bathe, and sleep together, settling into a comfortable routine. Of course there were times they had to separate in order to attend to their duties, but after those were done they'd all meet up again for some more quality time.
Twi couldn't help but feel a little guilty asking them to extend their little meetup. Rarity had been eager to invite Applejack into their herd, arguing it would help ease the pain of her heat cycle, but she wanted to spend lots of time with them first. She only hoped AJ wasn't suffering too much. She wasn't even sure her close confidante could even be talked into it.
She'd been in a hurry to get over her cycle, thinking it would allow her to get back to her reading and research, but this relationship had opened up a whole new world to her. She couldn't stop thinking of Spike and Rarity no matter what she was doing. Was this love? She'd had a few crushes, but never felt her heart flutter like this. “Maybe it is love.”
Rarity cocked an eyebrow. “Sorry dear?”
“Oh! Um, nothing.” Twilight giggled. “I'll catch up with you two later, okay?” She hummed as she trotted off, giddy with all she'd learned in their short time as a herd. She kept a diary of all they'd seen and done, the mating habits of dragons, even the kinks they all seemed to have. She just hoped nopony ever stumbled upon her little book of secrets.
She'd have to break the news eventually. What would her circle of friends think? Her parents and older brother? Cadance? Would Celestia disapprove? Rarity always told her she overthought things; that's the rare place where she and Rainbow Dash agreed. She'd cross that bridge when she came to it. For now, she'd simply enjoy the moment.
*****
Whenever her assistants were sent away for their break, Rarity would temporarily close down the Carousel Boutique, and eat lunch with Spike. She laid out some spare gems for him, munching on a salad she'd whipped up. She sat in his warm lap, studying all the mannequins garbed in outfits she'd meticulously crafted. She sang between bites, lightning up her horn, and levitating a needle and spool of thread. Even in moments of relaxation she often proved a workaholic.
Pretty soon the pair finished their meals. She studied some of her sketches which detailed her latest works and rejected designs, wondering which ones he'd like the best. So lost was she in the moment that she failed to notice at first when he wrapped his claws around her waist, bent her over the counter, and lifted her tail out of the way.
“Spike?! I don't know, Coco and Sassy will likely be back soon...”
He pressed his weight upon her, leaning forward and whispering in her ear, “I can be quick.” She shivered with a flush, quivering at the heat of his breath, the feel of his muscles tracing down her slender back. The spool and thread dropped with a clatter as she draped herself forward with a quiver of her lower lip and surrendered her voluptuous body to him.
“Okay. But don't hold back. I want to get off fast, too.” Normally she'd prefer to take more time, but they were figuratively under the gun, and she couldn't stand to break it off before both of them achieved orgasm at least once.
He smacked her ass much harder than usual, making her yelp as he left a red hand print upon her white, wobbly cheek. He quickly lined his twin cocks up with her pink holes, which she used the aura from her horn to spread open, letting her anus and already quite most vagina gape open. “I used to not like pink,” he admitted. “Now it's my favorite color!” He licked his lips.
Knowing he couldn't afford to dawdle much, he wormed his way in, just slow enough to make certain she was comfortable, indulging in the warmth and softness of her interior. Then he picked up his pace, one claw laid upon her head, another on the buttcheek he hadn't spanked, slapping it hard too and making her squeal some more.
His eyes glazed-over as he surrendered to his dragon instincts rather than fighting them like usual. Normally he feared what would happen if he lost control. But she'd proven much physically tougher than she looked; he already knew she was strong of will, mind, and heart. She wailed happily under him, feeling him rough up and pull her mane, his teeth taking her tail in a similar manner, yanking on it as he grinding his hips and hammered away at her.
“Yes, like that! Mess me up, my Dragon Lord! Pound my marshmallow ass and puss into sticky mush!” The counter creaked and shook under his violent thrusts, tears of pain and pleasure mixing, making her mascara run down her cheeks.
He grunted and groaned, abandoning himself further than he'd ever dared, burying himself deep as he could until he poked her cervix. That merely made her wetter, dripping down her thighs and over him. He pressed her down, snorting as wisps of gray smoke escaped his nostrils, rendered little more than an insatiable beast as lust fully overtook him.
The bell sounded from the door opening, and her eyes went wide in horror, hearing the trot of approaching hooves as the door closed behind Coco Pommel and Sassy Saddles. “Hey Rarity, we came back early to give you a surprise!” The pair froze, dropping their shopping bags, staring back at Rarity as she was being rutted by Spike who was too gone at the moment to notice. He simply pistoned into her with increasing intensity, continuing to spank and grope her supple asscheeks.
Sassy raised a hoof to her brow, nearly fainting. “A pony and a dragon?!”
Coco shook her head. “Don't be so judgmental! But...” The pair of them couldn't look away. Especially when Rarity's eyes rolled into her skull, tongue lolling from her maw, as Spike drooled upon her back, both slaves to their baser natures. She squeezed her shaky thighs together, flushing, picturing herself in Rarity's place until a titter escaped her.
Sassy shot her a mortified look. “You're enjoying this, aren't you?!” But she also looked on with barely contained intrigue, doubting even a virile stallion like Big Mac could keep up with Spike now that he was an adult. “Hmph, perhaps I should help.”
She slid behind Coco, sniffing her moist marehood. When she didn't resist, she pressed a hoof to Coco's slit, poking her swelling love button experimentally. She spread her open, carefully sinking her tongue in, lapping at the honey that stained her walls. Sassy felt her shiver around her muzzle, which slipped in further than intended, overwhelming her with sexual musk.
With one last thrust Spike bottomed out in his love, his shafts throbbing as he sprayed her tunnels over-and-over, her stomach swelling anew as excess sputtered out her holes around his meat. By now the counter and floor were completely stained with marecum after multiple orgasms that continued to wrack her until she was almost in blissful agony.
He withdrew as sanity and realization slowly returned to the shocked couple. They gazed back at Coco whose expression was cheerfully stupefied, then irritated when Sassy withdrew, a trail of marecum and saliva connecting the pair.
“Forgive me, Rarity.” Sassy curtsied. “I simply lost myself in the moment!”
“Same here.” Coco traced a hoof on the floor, staring at it. “It won't happen again.”
“Perhaps I'd like it to.” Rarity winked at the pair. “How would you like a turn with him?”
“R-really?” Coco tried and failed to downplay her smile. “Well, if you don't mind...”
Sassy heaved her shoulders. “Why not? You're always telling me to be more open to new experiences.” She studied his still partially erect dicks with a mixture of curiosity and intimidation. In particular she studied the ridges below them.
“Don't mind the mess.” Rarity patted the moist counter. “Just line yourselves up!”
Spike scratched the back of his head. “Are you really cool with this? Hope Twilight won't mind,” he said with a blush, watching Sassy take Rarity's former place on the wet counter, then to both their surprise Coco hopped atop her, straddling her so that he could take them both at once. He took a moment to look them over, a toothy grin forming on his snout.
“Hearsay has it that you really love anal,” teased Rarity.
“Th-that's merely a rumor,” sputtered Coco who went bright red.
“Pussy it is,” said Spike who lined himself up once more.
“Um, you can take either hole,” admitted Coco. “Whatever you prefer!”
“I've...never tried it back there,” said Sassy. “Better that you start with something I'm familiar with!”
Rarity sat on the countertop beside them, spreading her legs and rubbing a hoof upon her slick slit, still oozing and her belly a tad rounded from his spunk churning in her womb. It was a might uncomfortable at first, but she'd come to like that heavy feeling, especially since it came from her beloved. It connected them without all the messy complications of a foal.
He started slow, teasing them as he wormed his penises into the pair, until their love tunnels contracted agreeably around him. Coco immediately moaned and grinded into him, while Sassy was more pensive, overcome with a mixture of ambivalent emotions. Gradually he picked up his pace, teasing them with the ridges on his extrusions.
Coco bit Sassy's ear, making her squeak in surprise, then she shifted to her horn, taking it in her maw. She sucked on the protrusion, circling her tongue around it, making Sassy whimper despite herself.
Spike's snout twisted into a toothy, self-satisfied grin, mischievously flexing his muscles for Rarity who giggled. He decided to try something a tad more daring, slowly withdrawing his shafts which made Coco whinny in disappointment, then lining up with their assholes, using their own natural lubricant which now soaked his dicks to drive back in.
The duo howled, Sassy more from shock since she'd never really explored that area before, while Coco came instantly, splattering him and the unicorn beneath her. When neither of them complained, he pushed in-and-out several times, then slipped back into their cunts to the murmured disappointment of Coco. He decided to make a game of it, randomly switching from ass-to-pussy and back on occasion, which made Coco in particular wiggle and writhe even more.
“I never knew my assistants were such naughty little minxes,” whispered Rarity who continued to pet herself with audible schlicks. “Not that I can talk! Hmmm, I wonder what I would look like in a saddle?”
“Super hot,” said Spike between grunts. “How about...something...lacy?”
Rarity nodded. “Will do, darling.” She reached over and locked lips with him, his tongue wrapping repeatedly around her own.
From the extended suckling on her horn Sassy finally came too, whinnying in a most unlady-like manner, her thin limbs going limp as she buckled under the weight upon her. She milked him reflexively, and he was thankful his cocks were currently buried in their moist vaginas, wanting to fill them up like he had his herd. Pump-after-pump erupted from him, showering their crevices, his virile seed gushing to overflow, until their bellies started to swell in a familiar pattern.
When he finally withdrew the shopkeepers were a panting mess, senses dulled from pleasure overload. He wiped his dragoonhoods on their sweaty buttocks, hoping neither of them would mind. Rarity bent over, cleaning their rumps with laps of her tongue, before she turned to his shafts, licking them in a similar manner with messy smacks.
Coco turned back with barely open eyes. “Can we...do this again?”
“Anytime, dears. Consider it a small reward for all your help.” She winked.
“Not certain I can do this often,” admitted Sassy whose eyes spun. “How do you handle him so?”
“It takes a deft touch.” She traced his muscles with a hoof, locking eyes with him. “Not everypony could handle this stud.” She was tempted to have him take her in the middle of Ponyville like their first time. The thrill of possibly being caught instantly made her wild. Having an audience would certainly spice up their romance every time they were at the Carousel Boutique.
Unfortunately it was back to business. The pair of them and Spike helped her clean up their sticky mess, and he headed out the back door, figuring it was time he paid Twilight another visit. She blew him a kiss, watching him slink out, and then went to her collection of saddles on display, intentionally picking a plain one so she could customize it to her specifications.
*****
Twilight breathed in the smell of a tattered old book, laying down on her stomach while she flipped the pages. She'd shyly checked the book out from a local library, claiming it was to help Spike, and hid it in a bag, nervously walking home like her hoof had been caught in a cookie jar. Inside was supposed to be all kinds of information about dragon mating habits.
It was probably outdated but she was still immensely curious. She reddened at the explicit details, and turned brighter still at the pictures, seeing the way drakes gave themselves over to their instincts, fighting for dominance, and even copulating in mid-air. She'd seen a pair of pegasi do something similar once, much to her chagrin. She couldn't find any records of ponies and dragons pairing up, but figured it must have happened sometime in the past. “Curiouser and curiouser!”
Claws dug into her back, and her wings sprung to attention, a low moan escaping her. “S-Spike,” she breathed, finally on the receiving end of a massage he usually reserved for Applejack when she'd let him. The tension in her muscles relaxed, and she tried to concentrate on the words, her eyes watering and drool practically leaking from her lips.
She'd often bathe him before she put him to bed. But their relationship wouldn't have that same innocence anymore. She'd miss it a little. Still, it was an acceptable sacrifice, now that a whole new world had opened up to them.
They could spice up their old routine. Perhaps the next time they watched the stars they would make love under them. She hoped Luna didn't peer into more intimate dreams, blushing harder still. “There,” she said stretching under him.
“Now I know all your weak points!” He cracked his knuckles, before diving back in. She cooed when he caressed her wings, tacing them to the tips, enjoying the way she squirmed. “What, another book? Better to learn from experience, I say.”
“Just want to make sure I've got all the details down.” She liked to prepare as much as possible. But they'd already gone all the way, hadn't they? Her sole regret was that he hadn't been her first. She tried not to think about that experience. All four of them agreed it was a terrible mistake, even if none of them could bring themselves to voice that shared opinion.
Guilt and shame threatened to overwhelm her. “Help me forget.”
Spike furrowed his brow, pausing his massage. “Forget what? Something wrong?”
“Never mind. Just...is it okay to cuddle with you?” He nodded, and she lit up her horn to turn off the lamp, curling up next to him and basking in his warmth while he wrapped his tail around her. She laid her head on his muscular breast, feeling the ripples with each hot breath, listening to his steady heartbeat. “I love you, Spike.”
“You too, Twilight. You too.” He kissed her temple.
Laying there in the dark, her mind started to wander, but whenever a bad thought crossed her mind, she simply drew strength from the arms wrapped about her. Her ears twitched. It had started to rain. She thanked Rainbow Dash, assuming it was her work, knowing it always helped her sleep. She smiled. She felt ready to meet up with Applejack now.
For the first time in recent memory her slumber was completely peaceful. She wasn't certain whether Luna had finally helped her conquer those demons, or she was simply drawing strength from Spike's and Rarity's love, but she thanked Celestia and Luna anyhow, feeling blessed. Even in her restless dreams, her loved ones were always at her side.
Author's Note
Originally I intended to jump straight to AJ, but tried to slow it down a tad to let the main characters breathe a little more, so sorry if this tale seems a bit insubstantial compared to its prequels.
