Paradise

by Path_of_cloud

Rating: mature
Tags: Adventure, Anthro, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Rarity, Romance, Porn, Sex, Spike
Length: 6259

Anthro Spike x Rarity hardcore island clop

Rarity has her character: A beautiful maiden talented in fashion stranded on an island after a ship wreck.

Spike has his character: The ferocious dragon predator ready to take whatever he wants.

These long time lover are ready to let loose with one another. After all, who better to go completely wild with than the one you trust most in the world.

Requested by and cover art by the talented Pia-sama/Pia-chan

Edited in part by: ShimmeringStallion

Published 2019-02-12 02:30:01 UTC
Last updated 2019-02-12 02:30:01 UTC

Ravishing

The sound of tropical birds filled the air as the last moments of sunset cascaded over the jungle island. As the moon took its place in the sky the birds quieted and the bright beautiful plants that seemed to permeate every inch of this paradise took a blue sheen. The majesty of it all was enough to inspire even the worst poets and artists to create unbelievably beautiful works of art. Though for all its wonder, the rustling in the leaves and the slitted green pair of eyes that shone from them paid no mind to it, for something far more fascinating and beautiful had appeared that put the moon itself to shame.

There on its island, had appeared a creature unlike any it had ever seen completely eclipsing the majesty around him. Her white coat shone in the moonlight as her royal purple hair seemed to shift to indigo in waves depending how the light hit her, creating an aura around her that seemed as if the moon itself radiated only upon her. The clothes on her appeared tattered and torn, showing even more of the soft, supple flesh meant to be hidden beneath the black dress. A light blue force radiated from her horn as it moved the foliage blocking her path.

A sound that shamed even the most talented of birds reached his ears, “Now, now, Rarity,” even her name seemed magical, “a lady does not panic. I am sure the others will soon discover that my ship is missing and will come to my rescue before Celestia raises the sun. Yes, I am sure of it! Though, really, who actually gets shipwrecked and marooned on an uninhabited island? It is quite beautiful, perhaps I can find inspiration here for my next line. Fate, perhaps? It does work in mysterious ways. This dress was fabulous, but now, sadly it is a torn up and a rather… restraining mess.”

As she looked up at the palm trees around them he could not help but notice how her teal eyes seemed to sparkle like the most dazzling jewels in his horde. The spark of inspiration that suddenly filled them made them all the more stunning as her magic reached out and grabbed some of the large leaves and a vine.

She looked around as if to be sure no one was near, a silly sentiment on a deserted island, but a lady never could be too careful. Confident she was alone; she raised her hands up and let her magic pull the dress from her body. She shivered a little as her completely bare lower half was assaulted by the night’s cold breeze. “Just had to be sure there were no panty lines showing, the things I do for fashion.”

The creature’s mouth salivated at the sight of such a soft, perfect rear and the purple tufts of hair in the shape of three diamonds above the teal lips once hidden beneath the dress. It seemed odd the mark on her hip matched the shape of the hair and the color of that beneath it.

She placed the palm leaves around her hips and sewed them together so that they held onto her by her curves, leaving enough space on the sides to show off her cutie mark. “With a few gems in the shape of some of these wonderful flowers, this would be wonderful as a skirt design.” She placed her hands on her hips quite proud of the impromptu clothing. “Of course, it does not quite match this sexy black bra. Truly, black does not go with everything… Perhaps,” she unhooked her bra strap from the back, revealing the perfect nape of her back, before levitating it off and showing off the two large furry orbs with their hard teal nipples. She touched them gently, moaning slightly. “It is like I could cut glass with these… or gems. I suppose I should be happy it is just a little cold instead of completely freezing or scorching hot.” She moved a long but thinner leaf to her chest, before tying the end into a knot. “Now I match! And not too shabby at all, though I do wish this leaf was a bit wider, I can feel my,” she smirked a little, clearly quite proud, “bountiful bosom trying to rip my newest creation in two. It can be hard to be so gifted with femininity.”

Arousal poured through every fiber of the creature as he watched the show. The way the top held her ‘bosom’ so firmly made him want to rip it right off and watch them spring forth. His quarry proceeded through the foliage, and he stealthily trailed after her.

Before too long, the rushing of water could be heard, joining in on the islands natural song. Her long ears pivoted towards the sound and she squealed in what could only be described as adorable. “Fresh water! Finally, I can wash up and get this salt water smell off of me. Who knew you could get so filthy in the sea, I mean, it's water for Celestia’s sake!” Her course decided she quickly hurried toward the source of the sound. Had she been in less of a rush, she may have noticed the sound of the bushes around her shaking as her pursuer darted through them after her.

Rarity having walked a short way through the jungle used her magic to move yet another set of leaves in her path; however, this time she gasped at the view before her. It was as if Luna herself had painted the gently cascading waterfall into the clearest lake she had ever seen, surrounded by dozens of beautiful flowers, with the moonlight dancing upon the surface. Without question or doubt, it was one of the most beautiful spectacles she had ever seen, and it sent her creative mind reeling with idea for new lines of dresses and accessories. Speaking of Luna, the Moon Goddess would be the perfect model for such a set of designs she believed, a favor she would have to ask when she returned to civilization. Near the falls she saw what appeared to be a large flat rock that she could stand on and allow the slow, gently falling water to wash over her body in what she could only imagine would be a heavenly way to clean herself completely. Once again, she looked around, searching for any prying sentient and sapient eyes, finding none; she untied her makeshift bra and hung it from a nearby tree branch. As she loosened the vine keeping the skirt taut against her form, she heard rustling from the jungle. Her heart sped up as she searched for the cause. She put her hand to her bare chest, just over her heart. “Come now, Rarity, it is a deserted island, surely it was just some creature you scared off. It is silly to be scared of just a little noise.” With her reissuance, she continued stripping off the skirt, letting it fall slowly to the ground past her perfect rear before she stepped out of it and added it to the branch. Looking into the clear water she saw that the depth of the lake was by no means shallow, at least eight or ten feet deep from her current vantage point. She dove right in, gliding through the air before plummeting down into the water with a splash that sent ripples through the surface of the lake.

Breathing felt good. It felt better to not be discovered. Certain that the noise had betrayed the hiding spot, luck held as she gave up her search. When the leaves came off the need to stifle an aroused growl came strong, but there would be no more mistakes. Soon she would be at the mercy of desire, and as the long forked tongue licked scaled lips, a decision was made, no more hiding.

Once Rarity reached the rock, she used her magic to dry the water from the side and top in order to easily lift herself onto it. Her naked form stood upon that rock, as the moon shone high spreading its pale light to the surface of the water, the waterfall behind her, her wet purple mane falling upon her shoulders, clinging to her fur around her breasts and down her back. The scene showed a goddess in a world that seemed created just for her, highlighting all of her traits in the most heavenly light. It was simply breathtaking, but far from simple. She placed a hand into the waterfall to see how strong the current was, finding it easy to hold her hand in. Drying the area constantly beneath the falls with her magic she stood beneath the water letting the small force it provided carry her worries away. With eyes close, she sighed in bliss, the sound of the waterfall eclipsing all other noise, like the beating of large leathery wings.

Once her eyes opened, she shrieked in surprise. Before her was a amethyst dragon, at least a foot taller than she with green under-scales that went from the bottom of his lips down his neck, belly, between his legs, and finally all the way to the tip of the underside of his tail. Speaking of between his legs, she knew for certain that this dragon was one hundred percent male and very impressively so. Her senses having returned to her, and ignoring the droll on her lip, she covered herself with her hands and spoke, “Hello, Mr… Dragon? I hope I am not intruding in your home or anything, I simply washed ashore after my ship was capsized. Is there a town or city somewhere here?” As she glanced up she noticed how his sharp fangs seemed to shine in the moon’s light, and felt an inarguable heat between her legs, not for the first time since their encounter started. With any luck he would be quite the gentledrake and perhaps she could reward him for his help. “Hello?”

In an instant he swooped down on his prey, growling as she let out another shriek. He grabbed her wrists and forced her hands into the air above her head where he held them together, restrained, with just one of his mighty claws. “I have you now, you Marshmallow Princess!”

She stared at him deadpanned. “Really, Spike, ‘Marshmallow Princess?’ That is what you are going with? This is supposed to be me, the shipwrecked beauty being ravaged by a savage male in the jungle, and no savage is calling anyone that.”

Spike rubbed the back of his head, his other hand firmly holding her wrists above her head, a poorly-hidden grin on his face. “Sorry, Rarity, guess I’m just used to calling you by your nickname.”

She smiled at him sweetly, unable to stay annoyed at the dragon. “You are lucky I love you and your antics.“ She leaned in slightly and gave him a quick kiss. “Now, if you do not mind terribly, I was looking forward to getting ravished by a big, strong, hulk of a savage dragon.” She swayed her body, her breasts and hips being more than enough to bring a sinister smirk on the face of her favorite dragon.

“You got it, love.” Spike gave a fierce roar, sending all the birds soaring off as he clenched Rarity’s hands, pressing them against the waterfall as he landed on the rock.

Rarity let out shriek, “What-t do you want, you ruffian!”

He smiled wickedly, full of teeth; indeed, her acting could give the greatest thespians in Canterlot a run for their bits, from the anger in her voice, to how she struggled in his grasp. It was a rather impressive performance, but he could not stay silent for long. His long serpentine tongue slithered out of his mouth and wrapped around one of her breasts, before zipping back into his waiting maw, a look of satisfaction clearly on display as it shook left and right. “Mine!”

“How uncouth! Release me this moment!”

Ignoring her ‘protests,’ he rushed forward, placing his mouth on hers. As he allowed his tongue to press against her lips, she resisted for only a few moments before allowing him entry, moaning as his tongue explored every part of her mouth.

As they broke apart a small string of saliva kept them connected and her once white face was now red. “You-You think you can just do as you like to a lady? Release me at once!”

He growled back at her in response, flashing his fangs. The way her body shivered delighted him.

“Now, certainly, we can come to some sort of an understanding, there must be something you want that I can give you perhaps?”

There was something, and, as his free hand grabbed at her exposed marehood, she gasped loudly; he was certain he was quite clear what it was he wanted and would be taking. As his fingers released her, they begin twiddling around her now very wet lips. “Please, no-!,” the, ‘o,’ was screamed in pleasure as he worked his claw’s magic right on her clit.

“You brute! One does not just-mmm-help themselves to a lady’s chastity!” Her eyes proceeded to scream for more, and he was happy to comply. The first clawed finger slipped in; her warm velvety walls were slick with excitement and squeezed so firmly on him it was as if her body was trying to suck him in, allowing to get the entire digit in quite easily. The gasp brought a smile to his face; one he hoped managed to look wicked enough for her interests. Based on how she was trying to milk his finger, he was certain it was.

The sight of a cartoon villain’s smile would have been off-putting in such an intimate setting, but Rarity had found it to be one of Spike’s goofy charms in time. One of his other charms was in the magic his claws seemed to know naturally. The intruder was rotating around inside her, stretching and pressing against different sides of her, and just when she would get used to it, he would switch the direction or the speed, sometimes both. It was not enough to get her off but that was never really his plan, he just wanted to tease her into a soaked mess of orgasmic need. The dominance of the act always sent shivers through her. She moaned as he started wiggling his finger back and forth, every which way inside of her, if she had not been so sensitive she might of missed him pushing another finger against her opening. This one joined its brother all the way in, and began working together, sometimes in perfect unison pressing one side of her and other times in complete opposite directions pushing her walls apart as they were assaulted on both sides. She could feel the drool trickle down her cheek, something that at one point might have revolted her, but now just made her feel the most amazing kind of dirty. Without warning he had begun spreading his fingers in a Y-shape, opening and closing them at alternating speeds her body constantly trying to squeeze them back together. She swore she was starting to see stars as her body writhed in his grip, begging for relief.

The lewd look on Rarity’s face: red, biting down on her lip, and eyes rolling back was the perfect indicator it was time to finish the job. His fingers came together and moved down, searching for the rough spot inside of her, the moment he touched it her body tensed up, but he showed no mercy as he quickly rolled his fingers around and rubbed against her vigorously. Her screams of pleasure billowed over the forest, and any birds that might have stayed after his roar had surely fled from the loud wanton howl of the mare spasming in his grip and around his fingers. So strongly were his fingers held within her walls that he doubted he could remove them if he wanted to, though he was happy to continue his assault as her juices shot past them and gushed out of her marehood soaking the rest of his fingers, hand, and wrist.

The electricity that surged through Rarity’s body was stronger than any magic she had ever known as wave after wave of euphoria crashed through her. Everything about her now was so unlady-like, so primal and dirty, she loved it so much. She lost count of how many miniature orgasms she had after the first large one, her mind unable to focus on anything beside the white hot lights dancing through her vision and body. Eventually as she came down, she could feel how drenched and sticky her thighs were, a feeling she once despised alone but now utterly craved with her dragon. With her panting, Spike removed himself from her and held his soaked fingers up, the juices glistening in the light making it easy to see the mess she had made, before bringing them closer, grinning as she opened her mouth with delight. He could feel everything as she sucked on them and rolled her tongue along them to get every drop she could, working only on instinct, orgasmic bliss, and a love of how dirty she was. He pulled his now-clean fingers out of her mouth, which hungrily sucked in a futile attempt at keeping them in even longer. As her body continued to shake, relishing in the many pleasures she was experiencing, it was then that her brain regained enough awareness to continue the game, “To do such perverted things to a lady, you beast! Release me, lest you ruin me for my beloved any further!” she ordered, the serious facade only cracked by the sight of her tongue darting at a little bit of fluid on the edge of her lips, before returning to a scowl.

Her protests went unheeded. He had a use for such a big mouth though (if he ever said that out loud, he feared what would happen). Lowering her down, her legs buckled, too shaken from her previous orgasm, as her feet touched the rock, but his grip remained true and instead of falling she was placed upon her knees face to face with his lower dragon. There was an innate temptation to say ‘boop’ and lightly bonk her in the nose, but he had already goofed off once for this session.

“What do you think you’re doing!? Y-You cannot expect me to-” fear mingled into her voice, a convincing act, used to urge his dominant side on, and a successful one as that. “No, no, no, n-” He silenced her with a thrust into her open mouth the moment she made it wide enough to do so, an obvious but effective way to communicate her readiness. Placing his free hand on the back of her head he kept her in place, his tip wrapped between her perfect soft lips.

She looked up at him furious, while her tongue danced along the head expertly, the illusion of her struggle made further evident by her attempts at berating the dragon further, the vibrations made from her talking only serving to provide even more pleasure for him. Staring up at the muscular dragon in complete control of her made her body tingle in delight. Strong, powerful, and in control, just how she wanted it. He released her hands and she began pretending to try and push herself off of him, of course the muscular hunk was too strong for a damsel like herself, but she was counting on just that. He placed his hands on either side of her head, now cupping her ears; pushing her further down onto him, she began taking inch after inch of the impressive virility before allowing him access to her throat, allowing him complete control of the pace. She had years of practice with the drake and used every ounce of her experience to make what was to come incredible.

It was wet, inviting, and amazing, totally different yet inexplicably similar to her marehood. Without pause he forced her head back by her hair before shoving her down again. The act was rough and fierce, and the two of them had come to love it. Spike was careful to never push or pull too hard as he began using her throat like his personal toy, and he stayed constantly aware of his thighs. Two quick taps would signal him to stop, as it would mean that it was too much, but he honestly couldn’t remember when, or even if it was used, not that it made him any less vigilant. The time, experience, and trust they had built over the years made what was a very rough almost violent act truly comfortable and enjoyable for the two of them. The tears that ran from her eyes running her mascara made her even more beautiful as he moaned at the sensation of her throat and mouth working him for every last drop it could get when he was finally pushed over.

The lack of oxygen was something that had once panicked her a little, okay, a lot, but in time she found herself enjoying the light headedness. She and Spike had mastered the art of getting him far enough out for her to take in some air before being forced down again. Their efforts were so in sync, so flawless that anyone who saw might think Rarity had the lung capacity of Equestria’s greatest swimmers. She loved every second of it, it made her feel so incredibly dirty to be used for his pleasure like this that she could feel her marehood’s burning need as even more juice spilled from within her.

Spike was reaching his limit as he took in the sight of his mare, so subservient and beautiful as she took in every inch of him. The tingling in his crotch finally reached its limit as he felt his lower body tighten up, sparks flew through his vision and he roared out in pure ecstasy, his wings spreading wide, as he released shot after shot into his mare’s stomach. Once upon a time she would have had to pull off of him gagging for air, but now she managed to happily take every drop into her stomach. Pulling out he smeared her lips and chin with his cum. It completed the look: ruined makeup, running mascara, tears, and cum mixing with her deep purple lipstick, nothing could compare to how beautiful and stunning she looked in this moment. Every goddess would be jealous of the jewel that was his Rarity.

The taste of dragon seed sat on her tongue as she swallowed the last of what she could get from around his tip before he pulled out. It was earthy and incredibly warm, she often wondered if the taste came as a side-effect from all the gems he ate. It was an acquired taste, but, like the finest of wines, once she had come to enjoy it, she had come to truly love it. It was always a bit of a shame that when he released so deep into her throat that she got to taste so little. Still the euphoria drunk look on his face was quite the reward in and of itself. She was quick to place her hands on his legs as he nearly stumbled to brace him a bit better. Sometimes it was the little acts that showed how well they truly knew one another. It never really broke the illusion of the play for either of them to do something small for the other’s sake.

Recovering from his afterglow, he hoisted Rarity back into the air by her wrists. He gave a low growl, showing off his teeth, though her eyes were quick to fall back to his still hard member.

“How can you still be hard after that!? You beast, what have you done to me, what magic have you cast? This unbearable heat that has overtaken me, my soaked marehood,” she lifted a leg to show off the glistening treasure, “this uncontrollable desire! Take me, ravage me, and claim my body as yours. You have won, finish the job and break me so that no other will ever be good enough for me. I am a lady no longer, just a needy bitch in heat who can not live another moment with your dragon cock. I will be your slave, your toy, whatever filthy degrading thing you want me to be, please, just give it to me!” She spread her legs wide, each foot coming beside the dragon and completely exposing herself to the dragon, inviting him to do as she had begged.

Did Rarity over dramatize the last part, yes. Did that stop it from turning him on even more, not even a little. Instead he grabbed hold of her soft white cheeks with one hand and then the other as he pressed her against the waterfall so she did not fall. The water crashed around them as she wrapped her arms around his neck and pressed those glorious soft, large, and fuzzy tits against him, her nipples rubbing on his chest. Spreading her ass he positioned himself right at the entrance of her waiting marehood, feeling the juices slide down as his tip sat right on her lips. Rarity leaned back and looked at him, lust filling her eyes and much as love, a look so smoldering and demanding of him to take her. Fast as lightning he moved his head forward and captured her mouth with his, his tongue quickly seeking entrance. He slid it along the edges of her teeth, the roof of her mouth and finally subdued her own tongue with it. At this moment, Rarity melted fully into the passionate display, her eye closing. Spike had been waiting for it, and as soon as her eyes shut, he slammed her down onto his waiting virility pushing his tip right into her womb. Her eyes shot open, those beautiful sapphire blues filled with uncontained desire as she screamed throatily into his mouth. He began lifting her up and slamming her back down just as roughly, even thrusting his own hips to meet hers and drive him all the deeper. The pace was relentless and Rarity mouth separated from his and screamed in ecstasy. Spike had once heard her describe when she lost control like this as sounding like the biggest neediest slut in Equestria, something that had turned him hard instantly. The two of them seemed insatiable, and the universe had clearly gifted them upon each other.

The thrusts shook her to the core. Every time he battered his way into her womb made her mind fill with fireworks. Celestia may have been the goddess of the sun, but Spike was the god of pleasure as far as was concerned. She had practically cum the moment he forced himself into her, and a few thrusts later she had lost it as the head pushed against her g-spot before slamming back into her womb. Torrents of her juices spilled out only making it all the easier for him to, ‘violate,’ her deepest depths. Before long a second orgasm shook through her like and earthquake as her marehood clamped down on him for dear life. Her mind was blanking her tongue was lolled and the waterfall itself could not drown out her dirty screams. As she neared a third she felt him begin to twitch inside her, and she long ago learned what that had meant, her clit jolted in anticipation. The time spent together was by no means small, and as he ravished her like a beast, she knew just how long until his ability to hold back would break. As she felt the last strong pulse, she wrapped her legs completely around his waist like a vice and held him as deep within her womb as he could go, refusing to let him spill a single drop anywhere else. As the first batch of his warm seed entered she lost control again, electricity shooting through her for the most intense orgasm yet as she milked him for everything he had.

Spike’s roar fused with her screams as his last bastion of resistance felt. She had trapped him so deep inside her, just where he wanted to be. Waves crashed over him in utter euphoria as he release again and again into her, marking her as his even so far in. Dragon’s seemed to have an unreasonable sperm production, based solely on him. To only further prove that fact even as he filled him womb full of his seed more pushed on the entrance into her tunnel until spilling out of her completely and mixing with the juices she was now spraying all over the rock and his lower half. The two of them came down slowly lost within one another, as if melting together into one being of pure bliss. As Rarity’s legs loosened their death grip upon him, he lifted her up, receiving a loud long moan as he worked his way out of her still sensitive body. He placed her feet on solid ground, and appreciated that if he was any other species how strongly she had him between her thighs would have likely caused bruising. He made sure she was stable before diving in for another kiss. This one was fairly short due to the lack of oxygen their screams had already used but it was no less hot and needy.

Such incredible fullness never ceased to amaze Rarity as she felt her abdomen with her hands and the incredible amount of dragon sperm that still rested inside of her, let along all of it that was spilling out of her well used marehood. “Oh, you have done it now! You have broken me; I can not live without this glorious cock of yours.” She placed her hand on his still hard shaft and moved it up, a quick flourish bringing the now cum covered hand to her mouth where she hungrily lapped it up. “Come, Master, let me show you just how good a pet I can be.” She turned around, spread her legs and bent over, using her hand she spread her cheeks to show off the cum dripping teal marehood and a tight puckered star, slick with their combined juices. “Come and violate my, no, your, last untouched place with that mighty scepter. Teach this slutty pet her place as you defile the hole no lady would ever use, show her that she is nothing more than a toy for your pleasure, your toy.”

So many years ago chasing after her he would have never imagined she would have such a filthy mouth, the fantasies he missed out on! But every word from her now made him throb as she looked back licking her lips in anticipation of him taking the scrumptious looking bait in front of him. Spike had never been one to let the love of his life down, so he quickly positioned himself at the entrance, grabbed both her wrists, forcing her to arch her back up, and pushed inside of the intoxicatingly warm little hole.

She was panting it was so good! Unlike before he took his time slowly working her way into her, making her feel every inch as it spread her wider and pushed deeper. The feeling of his claws holding her wrists firmly, paired with him pushing into her tight rear was better than any cheese and wine. When he finally bottomed out, she was amazed she could even see straight let alone stand. He did not give her much time to get use to the fullness though as he quickly pulled out and started hammering himself back in over and over. The sound of her ass smacking against his pelvis mixed in with her incredibly lewd moans. It was so hard that it actually stung a little, and she loved it. She could feel her breasts swinging this way and that as he claimed her mercilessly. This was the kind of thing that broke a mare, made her completely addicted to a dragon’s incredible cock, and she knew that she was as broken as addicted to what Spike was giving her as any mare could be. She lived for it, she loved it, and she hoped that it never ended! “I am your slut, Master! Fuck me, use me -Ah!- break me even more! Show me who the boss is!”

Her words ignited fire after fire in him as he did just that. There was a time long ago this speed and this roughness, especially in this place, would have been completely out of the question for fear of hurting her, but, now, it was everything the two of them craved. He held her wrists tighter, thrusted harder, and smiled like a villain whose plans had all come together as he heard her scream once again and pour all over his thighs and legs. He drove it home again and again; the tightness and warmth always welcoming him home into her teal star. The number of times she came had long been lost to him, a fact he was quite proud of. For how hard they had gone at it, he had maintained control and brought her to the peak of pleasure so many times. A selfless lover, a true knight, a gentledragon of the highest caliber whose character could not be besmirched drove his virility into the sex crazed mare’s ass in front of him to see if he could get it to reform to his shape, for her! Plus, she felt so fucking good! The last of his resistances crumbled as she came yet again, squeezing him so hard it almost hurt. He roared and spread his wings as he felt the balls inside of him drain of the very last drops they contained, it mixed beautifully with her screaming his name to the high heavens, needless to say, every animal on the island had likely evacuated, or started fucking.

Rarity’s final orgasm had been a dozy, her ass was being filled with dragon cum as her marehood completely drenched everything, her vision was slipping in and out, and at this point she was fairly certain there was more Rarity juice in the lake than actual water, lucky fish! She felt the tingles shoot through her spine from her clit and right into her brain, shutting down almost every other function, remembering to breathe seemed like such a bother. Still as he pulled out from deep within her confines, she managed to only stagger a moment before catching herself, feeling his hand rush to her side to keep her up was really sweet though. Still, a lady must complete her role before the show is truly over! She placed her hands back on her rear and spread herself wide, showcasing the now gaping, dragon cum dripping ass that matched her equally leaking marehood. “You have done it! You have turned this once proud Lady, the epitome of high society and class, into your personal sex toy! A slave to your dragon cock! I will follow you anywhere and do whatever it takes to pleasure you! I am yours forever, my Master!” and with that done, she promptly proceeded to pass out. The last trace of her consciousness felt the strong arms of her lover and heard his laughter, pure and sweet.

“And yet I’m the one who lives for you silly mare.”

As the sun set on this tropical paradise, lying on a beach chair, without a single shred of clothing between them, along the coastline in the sand was one deep purple dragon, with a white mare snuggled on top of him, her head cuddled into his chest as they watched the beautiful scene before them. “Got to say, Rare, this really is one beautiful Island. It was nice of mom to let us use it.”

“All these years and it still sounds odd to hear you refer to Celestia like that.” He purred as she pressed further into the draconian warmth within his chest. There was nothing as comfortable in all of existence as being cuddled against the heat that radiated off of a dragon as far as she was concerned. “Hard to believe it has been ten years,” she played with the ring on her finger, three sapphires cut into diamonds on the white gold band, “feels like it just flew by.”

His own hand and the golden ring with the emerald flame emblazoned on it was placed atop hers. “Not for me, I cherished every moment of it. My greatest treasure will always be you and the time we’ve spent together, I’ll hoard every moment I can get. Nothing is worth more.”

Rarity felt that genuine smile on her face that made her even more radiant than she normally was, he made her more radiant. “You are such a big softy, and I could not love it or you more.” She turned her head up and moved forward capturing his lips with her own.

Author's Note

Sorry for any errors; this is a bit less edited than I usually like.

I enjoyed getting to write something so rough and primal for a change. I really think the focus on their trust with one another makes this story.