A 'Middle-Aged' Mare

by Clopficsinthecomments

Rating: mature
Tags: Porn, Fetish, Spike, Comedy, Rarity, Profanity, Sex, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Romance
Length: 7605

Rarity is in despair. She's ready to swoon onto the nearest fainting couch. She's convinced that she's OLD. Even though she's only 30. But she does have a BAD heat. And she doesn't have a handy stallion to help. Maybe a dragon will do?

A short fic that is based on the awesomely great comics by TJ Pones!

Rarity is 30. THIRTY.

And despite the fact that all of her friends, family, and most of the single stallions in town have tried to tell her that's not even that old, she's convinced herself otherwise.

Rarity is sure that her life of business acumen and her focus on building herself as an independent career-oriented mare have meant that too much time has passed... and that she is now 'too old' to find companionship. Add to these fears a body that is beginning to feel heats more powerfully as her biological alarm clock begins to tick more insistently, and you have a recipe for disaster.

Lucky for Rarity, she has a very kind younger sister, who is more than willing to share her handsome drakefriend to 'cheer up' the fashionista in her time of need.

Contains: shameless sparity / drake on pony / oral / vanilla / vaginal / excessive cum

Published 2019-02-24 04:10:01 UTC
Last updated 2019-02-24 04:10:01 UTC

Technically I'd say I was 29, darling.

Rarity was having a positively horrendous spring.

The dreariness of the season wasn’t due to her business. If anything, Rarity’s various stores had really taken off over the past three years. Franchising opportunities from across Equestria, and even into other non-pony lands had made her a very wealthy and successful pony, and a fashion icon.

But maybe that was part of the problem.

In all these past years, jet-setting from one city to the next… in Saddle Arabia to speak with suppliers on Tuesday, only to catch the red-eye balloon to be in Griffonstone for trade discussions on Wednesday… the never-ending push to grow her brand and spread her fashion ideas to all of Equus… to say nothing of the odd elements of harmony adventure that would require her attention… she’d forgotten something.

She had no special somepony to share this with.

Of course, in her own mind, Rarity tried not to fret over this. She would never have been happy as a kept mare, or even in a happy, homely marriage. Nor would she have ever tolerated being in one of Canterlot’s glamour-centric harems… though she did love to read all the latest gossip magazines about the same.

Still, there was always a pang in her heart. Coming home to an empty boutique after a long journey around the world, with only her cat Opal to give her the barest of glances. Nopony to embrace her in a warm hug and welcome her home. No little ones eager to have their mama tuck them in and read them a bedtime story. It did leave somewhat of an ache in her heart.

Ache.

Rarity groaned before setting her tea down on her kitchen counter. Even thinking the word set her mind off on spiraling tangents. This was truly the most dreadful spring she’d had in years. The reason for her tempestuous mood, she thought, wiggling her bottom as certain things made their presence well-known, was this awful, burning, all-encompassing HEAT.

Rarity grunted, slamming her teacup down with nearly enough force to chip it. She didn’t usually have strong heats. Most years she was only a trip to her toybox away from banishing the ‘damp houseguest’ (Ponyville really did have the most quaint euphemisms). In fact, she’d managed to avoid any heats for the past three years at all. Perhaps her body was teaching her a lesson, saving up to unleash upon her with what was easily the worst heat of her life.

She groaned again, resisting the urge to slam her face against the counter in frustration. She’d heard that heats got worse as you reached middle age… a mare’s body’s way of screaming out: “Hurry up and put a foal in me, before it’s too late!”

Middle-age.

Just the thought made a rush of anxiety flood through Rarity’s gut. She attempted to resist, to not indulge in the melodramatics of seeing herself as an aged, tired grandmare… but she was Rarity after all.

“Whyyyyyyyyy!?” Rarity cried out aloud in her lonely boutique, making Opal jump from her perch and head for the stairs. She was well-experienced with her owner’s shenanigans and knew that no further rest would be coming that morning.

“I’m s-so… OLD!!!” Rarity sobbed. Why only that morning she’d had to apply even more makeup than usual around her eyes, the crow’s feet becoming ever so slightly more noticeable. And hadn’t she had to pluck a suspiciously less than perfectly purple strand from her luxuriously coiffed mane a week earlier? The beginnings of (dare she think even think it?) a graying mane!?

The sobbing mare used her sorrowful gesticulations to grind her bottom against her kitchen stool. The cool fabric of the stool-top felt wonderfully textured against her flanks. She’d always managed to stay in very good shape, at least… her strong butt-muscles held her nethers from truly rubbing against her seat - she’d at least avoided the muffin-bottoms that plagued so many mares of her age.

Her age!

Even thinking of the word set her off again. How in Equus would she ever be able to satisfy herself with anything more than cheap silicon trinkets in her advanced, decrepit state?

Her tail flicked left and right under the counter, desperate to assist in fanning the throbbing warmth building between her thighs. Ever since waking she’d been positively wracked with sensation, in a way she was completely unused to. The warm glow she would feel when enjoying a delightfully raunchy romance novel in a bubble bath was but a flickering candle next to the blast-furnace and sweaty sheets she’d awoken to.

Could she even satisfy herself with the cheap substitutes for a real stallion if she was in this state? Would she be able to survive this heat, the next, or the next several? Perhaps she should simply go to the Ponyville market-place, lift her tail and beg. That is, if any of the town-stallions would have such an elderly hag as her.

Rarity wailed, careful not to let herself actually release any tears. She didn’t want her eyeliner to run at least not so early in the morning, it was always such a bore to reapply.

She knew, deep down, she was being quite unreasonable. Only the night before, she’d gotten many an interested glance at the bar. She had gone there for drinks with her sister, Sweetie Belle, and her beau, Spike. It was still unbelievable how fast those two had grown up. At the young age of 19, the two of them were already so comfortable with one another… and so casually confident with their liquor consumption. It felt like only a few seasons earlier that she’d watched the filly and dragon go adventuring for cutie-marks, leaving a trail of destruction in their wake. Oh, where had the time gone?

Time!

Rarity sobbed again. Her body shook, making her pert teats shudder and bounce. She moaned out slightly as her teats, with nipples as hard as pencil erasers, caught against her damp inner thigh. She shifted left to right, freeing them from their sticky conundrum, which sent the most delightful sensations up her spine. She shook her head. She had to focus.

The night prior Sweetie Belle had noticed her flush. The scamp of a filly had waited until her dragon-friend had gone to the bathroom to relieve himself before prodding her and wiggling her eyebrows.

“What’s up with you this evening, Rarity? You’re kind of spaced out… and you’ve been drooling over the colt-bartender all night.”

“Have I?”

“Yep, you’ve got it worse than fans after one of my concerts. I feel like I’d have to call security on you.”

“Oh drat. I have a suspicion that I might be getting a visit from ‘Auntie Damp’ tomorrow…” (Ponyville really did have the cutest euphemisms.)

“So early? I thought you were a light-weight… even a skipper?”

“Usually. But I am getting up in age.”

Sweetie rolled her eyes. “Rarity. You’re 30.”

Rarity shuddered. “No! Time spent in changeling stasis-pods doesn’t count, nor does time when Discord brainwashed, or while in Breezie-form! I am twenty-nine. Please don’t say that horrid number.”

Sweetie looked at her with a deadpan gaze. “Uh-huh… anyways, what does that have to do with ‘winkin sister UwU’?” (Ponyville really did have the weirdest euphemisms.)

“They say it gets stronger as you approach senility.” Rarity began to feign a swooning, fainting spell. “And in my advanced state, unlikely as I am to attract any stallion to even approach my ancient, fossilizing corpse… I had best head home now and prepare for the worst.” Rarity had pushed up out of her seat, plinking down enough bits to pay for the evening.

Sweetie had chuckled at her. “Oh please, the only thing keeping you from landing a colt is your own delusional self-image, as always… you’re the most beautiful mare in the whole bar.”

“Sweetie, please. I won’t have any more of your pity compliments. I must away to my tomb-home and await my passing… if I don’t evaporate into dust from the winds of time first.”

Sweetie had taken a sip of her maregarita and tsked. “Oh-kay… but if you don’t pick up a stallion- I’m gonna sic my boyfriend on you tomorrow. No way I’m gonna leave my sister in agony if I can do anything about it.”

Rarity had stopped, partway toward the door, turning back. “Spike? I used to babysit him when he was no taller than my knee! He would never look at me that way.”

“Oh please,” Sweetie had laughed, swirling her drink. “He had… has the biggest crush on you. It’s cute how embarrassed and apologetic he gets when he accidentally calls out your name when he’s bucking me in my-”

“Sweetie!” Rarity chirped. “Really, you mustn't be so uncouth!”

Sweetie Belle waggled her eyebrows. “You sure? Your wagging tail says otherwise… you don’t want details?”

Rarity puffed her cheeks out. “Really Sweetie, he was my assistant. As much as I would wish to know… I mean, a lady never asks… or tells!”

Sweetie’s smile became a sharklike grin. “Good thing I’m not a lady, then…”

“Sweetie…” Rarity began to scold, but her little sister quickly cut her off.

“Sixteen inches.”

Rarity’s face flushed a bright red and she covered her mouth with her hoof.

“...and it’s got ridges.’

Rarity’s tail lifted up involuntarily, flagging high and swishing to the left. She stammered for a moment, then cleared her throat. “I-I really must g-go!” She turned in a flourish heading toward the exit. As much as she could, she tried to will her tail to drop, but she was sure that she had just flashed her arousal to her little sister… and much of the bar.

“I’ll send him over tomorrow morning then!” Sweetie called out with a laugh, as Rarity pushed open the door.

‘Little brat!’ Rarity grumbled internally, grateful for the cool night air.

A knocking on the boutique’s door brought Rarity back out of her memory. She hadn’t expected any visitors today. The pit in her stomach dropped even further.

‘Surely Sweetie hadn’t actually…’ Rarity thought.

“Rarity? Are you in here?” The voice came in from the front foyer. “You alright?”

‘She had.’

“Y-yes…! J-just back in the kitchen!” Rarity called out, trying not to croak and assuming her usually melodious falsetto.

She pushed herself up from her slumping posture, quickly primping her mane and sniffling away her sobs. A lady must always be presentable, after all. More annoying was her tail, which stubbornly flexed and swished with arousal despite her best efforts.

“Hey, Rarity!” Spike greeted, as he ducked under the doorway, and looked about.

He really had grown faster than a parasprite colony over the past few years. The toddling little dragonling had come into his own in his teenage years. Wings, tail, snout, body... all were closer in size to that awful Gargle, one of the dragons she’d confronted in the dragon lands with her friends all those years ago. But where Gargle had been sharp corners and brutish angles, Spike was soft and warm. Though he might need to duck to avoid touching the top of his head scales against her doorframe, down on all fours Spike was only a head taller than her… just slightly larger than Big Macintosh.

“Sweets sent me down here… said you might need some help?” Spike blushed a bit as he looked around. “Sorta like the old days, huh?”

Rarity chuckled nervously. She was thanking her lucky stars that Sweetie had neglected to inform the teenage dragon of her predicament. It was equally fortuitous that the dragon’s nostrils, adapted to withstand the tough infernos of dragonfire and volcanos, wasn’t suited to picking up on a heat of a different kind. The kitchen was positively swimming in ‘eau de Rarity’.

“Oh yes, Darling.” Rarity chuckled, getting up to all four hooves and trotting toward the young drake. “Do you recall when you used to make me omelets? You had the best seasoning… so… juicy.” Rarity carefully slurped up the little trail of drool that had started to pool from her lips… and she wasn’t so sure that it was the thought of consuming a tasty omelet as much as it was her eyes taking in the strong, handsome, stallion-ly male in her home. Her gaze traced down the drake’s strong neck, following the yellow-green underbelly, which showed his powerful chest down under his breast-bone and toward his strong, delicate claws. She bit her lip.

“O-oh y-yeah!” Spike chuckled nervously. It was clear that she was intimidating the poor boy. “W-would you like me to cook one up for you now?” Spike eagerly trotted over to the cabinets that held the frying pan. He fumbled through the cookware, making the loudest of clamors.

“Oh no, no…” Rarity trotted over, putting a hoof under Spike’s chin as he searched through the cabinet, pulling him out of the dark interior. She looked deeply into the dragon’s deep green eyes, her nose gently touching against his. Without even thinking, she let her hoof delicately stroke the underside of his chin, letting her hoof play with his little scruff of facial hair. “Oh no, my dear, what I don’t need your cooking right now.”

Rarity could see sweat breaking out on Spike’s face. Quite an accomplishment considering she hadn’t seen him lose a drop of perspiration even when diving into a magma lake. She felt her tail swish from left to right. She’d never felt this way before - her heart pounding in her chest as if she had just run a country mile! Her loins ached, begged for attention… in ways that she had never felt before! She felt her bits throbbing, pulsing against her alabaster inner-thighs, burning with heat.

Having this boy… this man… this stud here was making things so much worse.

Rarity licked her lips, conveniently touching the outside of Spike’s lips as she did so. The ache in her loins was demanding attention now… but she had too much pride to simply jam a hoof between her flanks and throttle herself, as much as pressing her hoof into her lusty nethers felt like such a good idea. Instead, she rubbed her legs together, surprising herself at just how… plump her lower-mound was, the friction seeming to only light the fire of her need to new, burning heights.

Was this what her friends had always complained about, each spring? She’d always commiserated with them, but her heats had been nothing like this. She understood what AppleJack meant when she had exclaimed that the only thing that could ‘put her out’ was a ‘healthy squirt’... and that the farm-pony was ashamed to admit that in her deepest throes she’d even cast a lecherous eye toward her brother… before she’d snapped out of it, of course.

She understood that now. Her mind boiled with one thought: quench this thirst! And she was looking at a tall, cool glass of Dragon-cola.

“R-rarity?” Spike stammered.

She pressed closer into him, her chest bumping against his as her nostrils flared, drinking in his scent. It smelled like a warm campfire on a summer’s night, smokey and masculine. She pressed her muzzle against the underside of his neck, nuzzling him with a little coo. “Oh dear, that feels wonderful…”

Rarity’s eyes dipped half-closed. She could feel her body responding, her tail flicking up and across her back. Spike couldn’t see it, but Rarity knew that anyone looking at her from behind would likely be seeing as much pink skin as white. A deep growl was building up in her throat, as she prepared to kiss the dragon, to take what she so desperately wanted, to ride this drake like her body demanded her to.

“H-ha ha… o-oh wow…” Spike stumbled backward, making one of the pans he’d dislodged fall over with a loud clatter.

This noise startled Rarity, kicking her mind out of that tried and true instinctual train that so many a mare in history had ridden to satiation… and motherhood. She pulled back, taking two steps away from the panicking drake as she came to her senses. What was she doing!? This was Spike. He was like a little brother to her! Yes, he’d grown up… but he would always be that little, awestruck enthusiast, happy to assist her even if it meant acting as her pincushion. How could she possibly do… that with him!? She was horrible! Was she ready to ruin her relationship with him over nothing more than an ache!? She was not acting like a lady at all - she’d frightened him!

“Oh my goodness. Spike… I am so sorry. I never meant to…” She sighed, shaking her head, letting her glorious purple mane tumble from side to side. “I’m just so… out of sorts at the moment my darling.” She folded her ears back and looked up with sorrowful eyes. “I didn’t mean to come on so strongly… it was purely a spur of the moment, instinctive thing.”

“R-rarity…”

“...and I don’t blame you for recoiling… I am a hideous old woman.”

“Rarity.”

“Ooh, Spike!” Rarity threw a hoof to her forehead dramatically, closing her eyes and pretending to swoon. “You have NO IDEA how dreadful it is to be middle-aged!” She bent down to replace the fallen frying pan turning away from Spike as she put her head into the cabinet, putting her rear high up into the air… inches from Spike’s face.

“To be an old crone! A grey mare!” She set the pan back to rights and closed the cabinet, getting back onto all fours, swishing her rear left and right, her tail still as high as a kite. But she was too far into her impassioned diatribe to consider what she was showing Spike at this moment. Her alabaster marehood on full display, now a rosy pink from the flush of engorged arousal, her tight ponut quivering above her slick pink lips, currently gaping from her fattened clit, dripping with her sweet nectar.

“Never to be loved again! Unloved!” Swish, swish. *wink* “Unlaid!”

She sat up, turning around and glancing over her shoulder at the dragon behind her.

“Spike? Are you listeni-” Her breath caught as a gargantuan shadow fell across her face.”-ng…~?” Her mouth dropped open in a small ‘o’, her irises contracting as she focused on her prize.

“Oh my.”

The 'Fountain' of Youth

***Chapter 2***

“Rarity…” Spike grinned, reared up on his hind legs, before laying his cards on the table. “Sweetie told me you were in heat and needed help. And, well… I’d love to help out. If you needed help. You know. I help Sweetie when she’s like that all the time. Help.” The dragon’s confidence had deflated as he’d gone along, as Rarity failed at making eye contact with him through his pitch… her eyes were elsewhere.

“Ahhh…. Uh-huh?” Rarity mumbled as she took in the massive phallus hovering just a couple feet from her face. Spike’s massive dragon penis was a sight to behold. Pink and throbbing, literally steaming with moist heat. The cone-like, sharp head tapered only slightly before reaching a set of aggressive ridges, before becoming a slick cylinder of dragonflesh that ended with a pair of fat bulging growths from the lower belly scales of the drake. The whole thing pulsed with obscene lewdness, with steaming clear juice oozing from under the ridges and the cock-slit on the top, leaving the whole thing with a clear sheen of lubrication.

“Aaaand… well… you know…”

“Mmhm…” Rarity’s horn ignited and she hovered over her measuring tape, without ever breaking her fixated stare on the dragon’s penis. Quick as a flash, with well-practiced skill, she stretched the tape from base to tip. “Sixteen and a half... she never was good with eyeballing.”

“Huh?” Spike cocked his head. “Wh-what are you…”

“Shh…I’m taking measurements, darling.” Rarity turned the tape sideways, wrapping it around the dragon’s cockhead. “Six inches around… oh my...”

“R-rarity?” Spike nervously squeaked.

Rarity’s eyes flashed up to the dragon, who was looking down at her with a worried, unsure smile. “But I must measure, everything precisely hmm?” She slid the wrapped measuring tape down the dragon’s cock, the tape slipping over the ridges bit by bit, the clear liquid drenching the tape as it slid all the way down to Spike’s fat base, squeezing and clenching with her magic as she went. “Ah… seven inches around here…”

“R-rarity!” Spike groaned, his eyes drooping under the mare’s gripping magical field.

“Hmm… I think I may need to do some re-measurements…” Rarity growled, licking her lips as she pulled the tape back up Spike’s length, stroking the dragon with her magic. The tape caught on the underside of the upper ridges, and Rarity quickly discarded it. “...I’m better at simply feeling these things out, anyway.” She continued to pump the massive dragon-cock with a steady, voluptuous pace, her magical field sparkling with energy.

“O-oh Celestia… R-rarity…” Spike groaned, reaching down with his left claw to try to grab at his length.

Rarity stepped forward and batted the dragon away. “No no no, let momma take care of you!”

With a flash of her magic and a hearty tackle, Rarity pushed the drake to the tiled floor of the kitchen, pushing forward so that she was sitting between his legs, his hefty pole stretching up in front of her as it bobbed under her steady, stroking attention.

Rarity’s nostrils flared and snuffled as she took a hearty whiff. That smokey campfire musk was now overpowering, setting off thousands of receptor cells in her olfactory senses, setting her heart and mind aflame. That clear coating now looked irresistible, delectable… A small squirt slipped from his slit and from under his ridges, sliding down the outside of his shaft… how could she resist?

She leaned forward, her big blue eyes locked on Spike’s as she took his dragonhood into her hooves and took over the pumping action of her magic. She could feel the powerful heat on her frogs, the slickness of his pink throbbing flesh as she leaned forward, opening her mouth, and slowly, softly… taking the pink tip into her muzzle.

“Oh, f-fuck! Rarity!” Spike groaned out, shutting his eyes tight and thrusting slightly into her.

Hot and spicy. Burning. Thick. Delicious. She wrapped her tongue around the drake’s cocktip, lapping up the delicious pre-cum seeping out from his as his girth stretched her lips wide. She explored the strange crevices and textures of the alien penis, so different than any stallion she had ever been with. It didn’t take long for her to find the sensitive spots that would make him really groan and release more of his nectar, his ridges throbbing out like little flower petals.

She saw him reach his claws down to stroke her hair. Reflexively she swatted him away with her magic. If she wasn’t so damnedly thirsty she would have pulled off his cock to scold him. He knew better than to touch her meticulous hair… she’d told him enough times over the years.

But she saw his face, so twisted up and desperate, hungry to talk charge but hesitant to overstep. She knew how much it would mean to him... very well then…

She wiggled her eyebrows, and winked, nodding softly. Spike eagerly reached down with his claws, running them through her purple curls.

Instantly, Rarity felt the cock expand and throb in her mouth, making her have to retract part way off of it, lest it stretch her too much. The dragon took a fistful of her mane, pulling her with abandon onto his fleshy-spear. Rarity twisted and turned under his pressure, accepting as much as she could as the dragon messed up her mane, as she pumped her mouth up and down on his big cock, faster and faster.

“Oh… oh… OH! Rarity! Your mane, your mane, your mane! I’m going to….!” Spike claws had lopped around more and more of her long purple mane strands, as his hips began to hump off the ground with abandon. Rarity chuckled to herself, surely completely beside himself with the combined sensations of receiving a blowjob from his longtime crush, while getting to play with the mane he had lusted after for so long.

Rarity felt the sharp cock head throb once, then twice, thickening into a fat dome as the entirety of the cock began to twitch and stiffen, going even more rigid and beginning to flex. Rarity’s eyes opened wide as saucers, as the first heavy spurt of dragon-cum blasted down the back of her throat.

It was hot.

It was sticky.

And there was a lot of it.

Swallowing as much as she could, Rarity managed to handle the first three heavy blasts. It was like trying to swallow spicy honey, so thick and warm. She knew that she wouldn’t be able to handle anymore and pulled back, just able to removed the tip of the phallus from her mouth. It was just in time for a thick spurt of sticky, steaming cream to splatter against her face, leaving a sticky rope against the left side of her muzzle and across her eye and forehead, dripping down in wet, goopy dollops over her chest floof.

“R-rarrriteeeeee!!!!” Spike groaned out, his hips humping into the air, cock pulsing and spearing at an imaginary target. A thick bulge raced up his shaft, threatening to explode out all over her.

She knew where the next blast would land, and for a moment she hesitated. But she knew how much it would mean to the drake… and bathing in this wonderfully sweet spunk was not so bad the more she thought about it.

She let the next rope blast through the air, landing sloppily across her mane in a messy white streak, soon to be joined by another, and another… and another.

“F-fuck! Fuck! Fuck!” Spike cursed. Humping with each invective. Launching a sticky missile of batter with each hump.

Rarity lost count after twelve.

By that time Spike’s humps and curses were coming a bit slower, once every other second… and each “Fuuuuuck…!” was coming out as an animalistic groan more than any audible language. The cum slid out of his slit with a dribble down his bright red, throbbing cock.

Through one open eye (the other was completely plastered with thick, hot, dragon-spunk), Rarity watched as the dragon’s hips finally sank, exhausted, to the floor. His big pink cock was now a terrifyingly large, red, throbbing hulk of a sausage. The tip flared out into a fat cone, the bulges at his base swollen in a massive knot the size of a softball.

“H-holy Celessstia…” Spike groaned out, slumping onto his back. Smoke poured from his nostrils.

Rarity swished her tail left and right. She was absolutely drenched in this wonderful spunk. The musk… the stench of it was completely pouring into her every pore, saturating her with his oaky, campfire smell… and she loved it.

This was no time to be a gentle lady. Right now, she was a mare.

And a horny mare at that.

She could feel her marehood throbbing, winking against the floor beneath her, planting sloppy sticky kisses against the cool kitchen tile, as her clitoris slipped in and out of her tight, clenching pink lips.

Rarity couldn’t wait any longer. She twisted about and got up on her four hooves, quickly positioning herself so that she was aiming her rear directly at the supine dragon. Her tail was sticking straight up into the air, her muscular dock quivering with excitement, baring all to the dragon behind her. Her drooling cunt winked with sopping intensity, splattering her juices to the floor below with sticky patters.

“Oh, Spike… darling... a gentlecolt rises to the occasion…” She hissed over her shoulder. “I shan’t ask you again.” Her playful growl was accompanied with a little waggle of her pearly ass, her plot gyrating right in front of the young drake’s face. Pert teats waggling, tight ponut clenching, slick pussy winking. Spike pushed himself up to his two legs.

“Sheesh, Rarity… you’re as bad as your sister.” Spike grumbled to himself, softly stroking his tender, inflamed cock, in an attempt to calm it down and unknot it.

Rarity knickered slightly and stamped her rear foot. Something she would never have even considered doing, so base, animalistic… uncouth. But Rarity was a mare possessed. She arched her back slightly, spreading her legs and sticking her ass as high in the air as she could manage as the towering dragon walked on two legs toward her: he looked just a bit too tall for her hip height.

The dragon put a claw on her left ass-cheek, gripping into her tender, supple flesh, leaving a squishy mark on her plot as he craned his head down to her rear, stuffing his snout into her cunt. She could feel his hot nostril breath against the sensitive wrinkles of her tailhole a moment before his pink, lashing tongue slipped into her pussy. She released a throaty groan more apropos of a low-class Manehattan whore as the long thin dragon-tongue slipped and writhed around her clenching velvety tunnel, before slipping back and wrapping about her throbbing, bit-sized clitoris.

Rarity felt one of her eye’s roll back into her head, as she chewed her lip in pure ecstasy, her body wracking in spasms to the sheer waves of pleasure that had just electrified her. She must have looked like some kind of derpy mailmare with the semi-moronic grimace plastered across her face at the moment. She could feel her marehood winking in pleasure at the oral attention, obscene liquids beginning to seep from her… and she almost let herself be washed away under Spike’s cunnilingual skills.

But she wanted more.

Rarity flashed her horn on, the magical field positively yanking Spike’s head away by his top head-spike, jerking him away from her ass, causing his tongue to be unwound from her lovebud with the most exquisite of sensations. She shuddered and shivered, an erotic ripple shocking through her body.

“Huh?” Spike asked, his tongue still hanging out of his mouth.

Rarity looked over her shoulder at Spike. Her face was full of pure, unadulterated lust. The first in her eyes, the drool dripping from her mouth, the blush in her cheeks, and the sweat pouring from her messy mane left no doubt as to the depths of her desperation.

“Huf… huf… I want you now, darling…” Rarity growled from the back of her throat, eyes flashing with the threat of violence.

“Uh… you sure..? Sweetie always likes when I eat her out… especially when I go into her tailho- woah!” Spike stumbled forward as a burst of magic pushed him from behind, making him take a step toward the melting, heat-addled mare in front of him.

“NOW!” Rarity whinnied, jumping in a half-buck.

“W-woah there, Rarity!” Spike yelled, stepping forward.

Rarity looked over her back with impatience as the dragon positioned himself behind her. She mewled with anticipation as he let his fat dragoncock slip from his grasp… where the big red organ landed with a meaty *THWAP* across the small of her back. She could feel the burning, pulsing heat of his penis against the side of her dock, across the bulge of her rear, across the small of her arched back, making its way halfway up her spine, drooling with dragon-juice over her sides. It was positively massive.

“Hmm…” Spike took a could of experimental thrusts along her sweaty back. She could feel his heavy, leathery testicles slap against her ponut. “Seems like you’re a bit too short…”

“Mmmmmnnoooo…..” Rarity mewled, grinding her burning rear back against her tormentor’s hips.

“Calm down, calm down!” Spike cooed. “I get the same problem with Sweets… here!”

Rarity yelped slightly as the dragon easily picked her up from under her hips and chest, carrying her (still rubbing his cock across her back) over to a small table. It was the same one which her customers would stand upon to try out dresses, in the center of three mirrors so that they could see every angle. And it was the perfect height to align her with Spike’s raging drakehood.

Rarity felt herself plop onto the tabletop, a wet spongy impact of her and Spike’s juices… Her ass hung from the edge of the table, her pert flanks well-positioned for action, her rear hooves hanging from the table, unable to make it to the ground, her chin grinding against the cool surface.

“Huf… huff…. S-so… sh-shameful…” Rarity growled, embarrassed at being tossed about like a toy, her little hoofsies kicking at the air, as the dragon put a claw between her shoulder blades pinning her in place so she wouldn’t slide about. “I… huf… love it…!” She moaned.

Spike chuckled, using his free claw to position himself. His fat red cock had barely lost its adamantine stiffness, but at least his knot had somewhat receded.

Rarity stared back at him over her shoulder, still panting and moaning, as the drake fumbled with his unwieldy, large sausage, dragging it over her tailhole as he brought it down to her dripping, burning snatch.

“Y-yes! YES!” Rarity groaned out, the sharp tip of the dragon penis sliding into her winking pink slit. “Rut me!”

Rarity felt her lips part, the burning heat in her pink engorged labia only matched by the inferno that was Spike’s red-hot poker as his fat conical head slid deeper and deeper her twisting depths. Her lips strained wider and wider, approaching their absolute limit as Spike pushed the last of his fat head into her, squeezing against her vise-like tightness.

“Buck Rarity… y-you’re even tighter… than Sweetie!”

Rarity couldn’t respond, only squeaking and moaning against the table as she felt her stretched inner lips finally slide around the dragon’s head as he sank suddenly into her tight, twisting confines. Her knotted up interior, filled with so much clenching... gripping... ache was parted by thick dragoncock. She felt herself slide over the prominent, bumpy ridges of his penis as more and more of the drake slid impossibly into her depths.

Each passing ridge made her quiver and squeak, straining her in a staccato rhythm as her narrow passage milked more dragon-lubrication out of them, adding his steaming juice to her own sloshing nectar, now pouring out of their union into an obscene, warm puddle.

“Rut me! Rut my ass!” Rarity squealed, her hooves clattering for purchase but finding none. Only Spike’s pressing claw was keeping her from sliding across the table as inch after inch of rigid cockflesh slid into her. The dragon was pumping back and forth now, impaling her on half of his penis, rocking six inches in and out of her in a steady rhythm.

“M-more! MORE!” Rarity groaned out, tail lashing left and right, slapping against Spike’s face. He quickly grabbed a clawful of it, using it to pull Rarity in closer.

Rarity could feel the drake’s cock pressing against her cervix now, the sharp, boiling tip kissing into her womb again and again in a way she’d never before experienced, spreading her like no stallion ever had before, until finally, agonizingly… she felt Spike push into her uterus.

“Ohhhnnnngg…..FUUUUUUCCK!” Rarity moaned out. That aching sensation had just ratcheted up by a factor of four. Like an electric shock starting deep in her gut, the tingling explosion raced up through her pounding heart and into her brain, setting it aflame with sparkling fireworks as her neural network popped and exploded with orgasmic overload.

She gasped out, missing a breath as her diaphragm shuddered with her spasm. The waves of her orgasm splashed out from the cacophony in her brain, sending goosebumps down her spine and tremors through her body. She felt her tongue roll out of her mouth, as the energy boiled up the base of her horn, exploding out the top with a shower of sparking electricity, completely out of her control.

Down below, her whole rear humped backward and upwards, driven by the clenching muscles from her climax, as she tried to drive more of that lovely cock up her into her marehood… into her womb. Her tight little ponut quivered and shook with exertion. Her pussy gripped and tightened around its intruder, milking and grasping at Spike trying to coax a stallionhood into releasing its seed, but only sliding along slick, hot dragonflesh instead.

“Damn Rarity!” Spike grunted through gritted teeth, as he drove more of his penis into the smaller mare. “So… bucking… TIGHT! Even Sweetie can’t take this much!” he redoubled his efforts, increasing his speed despite the almost painful sensations around his organ.

“Yesshh… yeshhh…” Rarity moaned, eyes rolling wildly in her head. She didn’t know where she was. Who she was. What she was.

All she knew was sensation.

Sounds and smells and starbursts in her vision, and feelings. Oh, what feelings! An agonized groan wrapped in a shuddering warm hiccup attached to explodingly pleasant chaos! It didn’t make any sense, and it didn’t have to.

She just wanted it to keep going. Her orgasm hadn’t let up one bit.

She was trapped in an eternity of pleasure.

The blurry vision was failing her. Instead, she could only hear the faint, repetitive sounds as they echoed through her store.

*PLAP* *PLAP* *PLAP*

Great, thudding impacts.

*PLAP* *PLAP* *PLAP*

Each one coming with a piercing ecstasy, deep inside her.

*PLAP* *PLAP* *PLAP*

Balls wildly swinging against her teats, slapping against her with wet strikes.

*PLAP* *PLAP* *PLAP*

Deeper, deeper… DEEPER!

“Oh, Gods Rarity...!” Spike moaned, jerking her back more and more. Desperately trying to cram the last of himself into her. The young boy who’d once sat on her back in the market, dominating her with a cock half her size. “I’m almost all the way… in!”

She heard the words but didn’t understand. She could feel her drooling marehood straining, stretching around Spike’s extremely fat base, ruining her for any other stallion as she took in what no pony was ever meant to take in.

Spike’s claws came off of her back and tail, slapping against Rarity’s beautiful ass with a loud *thwap*... gripping into her hips, hooking against those hipbones and pulling back with intense force… hilting her completely.

*PLAP*

“Oh BUUUUUCCCCKKK!!”

Rarity heard the roar of the dragon. She could even sense a bit of the green dragonfire expelled by Spike in the throes of his second orgasm of the morning. But all her attention was on the feeling of the huge penis inside her, its huge girth spearing through her tight vagina, and through her cervix, all the way up against the far wall of her uterus… as it began to throb and stiffen.

The burning heat spread like wildfire, rising through the shaft inside her like a cartoonish bulge through a plugged gardenhose, reaching the end of the dragon’s tip as it flared out, his ridges spreading like petals and his cocktip fattening. Rarity felt her own cunt shudder and spasm, still wracked in the throes of her minutes-long orgasm, her clitoris grinding against the swell of the cock as it expanded.

And Spike exploded.

Shot after shot after shot. Boiling cum filled her belly, as the firehose in her gushed heavy spurts into her womb. The dragon’s extremely male ejaculatory hormones set off a second chemical interaction in Rarity, and despite the excessively hot nature of Spike’s copious (and ongoing) emissions, the insatiable heat that the fashionista had been stricken with since morning was quenched like a tall, cold glass of water delivered to a thirsty desert-dweller.

The relief was so palpable it made Rarity melt, the spasming muscles from her orgasm finally releasing and unwinding, as her body rewarded her with a flood of addictive oxytocin, spilling through her bloodstream and giving her the purest form of euphoria this side of heaven. Her pussy happily leaked its joy in a clear stream of mare-nectar as the unicorn slumped under her lover, as she was happily pumped full of his batter.

And pump he did.

Even more so than he had earlier.

Throb after great, gobby throb. It wasn’t long before Rarity’s belly, began to expand, her womb stuffed with cum. The gushing clear leak from her pussy was quickly plugged up, as the dragon’s knot expanded inside her, straining her inner labia as they strained to retain the softball-sized obstruction. And it was doing its job, keeping all of his gallons of cum deep inside, making her look like she was in the late stages of pregnancy.

But she was too intoxicated, her mind too melted away, to care about her size or the size of the thing in her body.

She was sated.

She was loved.

She was laid.

She barely noticed the front door of the Carousel Boutique open. Sweetie Belle poked her head in the door, looking over to her drakefriend and her older sister, both in a lewdly erotic pile in the center of the shop. Rarity appeared to have had a good time, her eyes shut as she mumbled incoherently from an open mouth, her belly as plump as a well-fed sow.

“Holy Luna, Spike… did you knot her?” Sweetie asked, closing the door behind her.

Spike looked up from behind Rarity, wiggling his hips in such a way that it showed he was firmly glued to his fillyfriend’s sister, he shrugged with a wry grin.

“So… was it everything you dreamed of?” Sweetie Belle teased as she locked the door and trotted over to the pair.

“Huf… huff… and more…” Spike chuckled, softly caressing Rarity’s ass.

“Uh huh…” Sweetie sidled over and planted a kiss on her lover’s cheek. “...did she let you touch her mane?”

Spike blushed and nodded.

“Wow, she must have really been desperate.” Sweetie grinned, nuzzling Spike’s neck. She looked down at the sticky mess that was Rarity’s plot and Spike’s groin, stuck together in post-coital bliss. “...and did you do her in the butt?”

“Uh… well…”

“Spike!” Sweetie scolded. “I told you to give her the full dragon experience! Half the fun of your ‘little spike’ is how well it works up the tailhole!”

“I… I didn’t have a chance!”

“Sheesh… you stallions.” Sweetie rolled her eyes and leaned back in with a wry grin. She reached her hoof down under her sister’s sticky butt, finding her boyfriend’s jewels and taking them into her caressing hoof. “Well… feels like you’ve got a couple more rounds. We’ll wait until she’s back on her hooves and spend the rest of the day… making messes, hm?” Sweetie grinned with a shark-like smile, as she massaged her drakefriend’s balls.

Spike gulped, as he felt the white-furred older unicorn begin to stir beneath him.

Maybe getting everything he ever dreamed of… would end up being his worst nightmare.

END

Author's Note

Did you like the fic? Throw me a like and leave a comment! Your feedback is why I write!

Thus concludes the fic!

This popped up in my head as a good idea to attempt after reading TJ Pones. The guy has been a wonderful artist making the cutest artwork for the longest time!

Only just recently he has started to come out of his shell and make slightly lewder artwork, and I wanted to do my part to encourage the fellow to continue down this path of debauchery.

I hope you enjoyed!

ALTERNATE - It's modern art, I swear!

***Alternate - It's modern art, I swear!***
FYI this chapter should be read right after the end of chapter 1, and it is a simple bait and switch (which TJ executed beautifully)

pic occurs here NSFW: https://derpicdn.
net/img/view/2019/2/21/1968158.jpeg

“Rarity, what the heck is this thing?” Spike held aloft a very suspicious looking tool. One that Rarity had been SURE she’d put away the night before.

She looked to one side, trying to conceal her embarrassment. “It’s uh… modern art.”

Spike looked at her disbelievingly, as a thick off-white drop beaded out of the top and slid down the side. “It’s leaking…”

Rarity tried to play it off. “Yes. Very artistic.”

“Huh.” Spike put the large ‘art-piece’ down on the counter-top. “Well…”

“Yes. Well…” Rarity coughed into her hoof.

“You know… it’s not really that size. The original model the art is based on, I mean.” Spike blushed, prodding the phallic-sculpture. He was touching the flared ridges curiously.

“I’m not sure what you mean, darling.” Rarity chuckled nervously. She watched as the dragon’s claws continued to explore the ‘artwork’ and its facets. Her blush grew redder and redder. She couldn’t stand it any longer. “Ahem. Dear. The… uh, sculpture may be… fresh from its ‘packaging. Please stop handling it.”

Spike’s claws froze in their movement. His face blushed bright red and he brought his claws slowly off the slick exterior of the functionally artistic piece.

“Yes.” Rarity coughed again. “Sorry. But it wasn’t the uh… hmm... rear-packaging.”

Spike lifted his claw up to his nostrils and took a deep whiff.

“DARLING.” Rarity blushed and scolded. “Inappropriate!”

“S-sorry… I’ll… I’ll just leave you to enjoy your… art.” Spike began to slink away.

Rarity shook her head. Then got a wry grin as a new thought entered her head. “Well, darling… perhaps you can show me just how ‘accurate’ this art truly is after all.”

“Huh?”

END

Author's Note

Don't worry, they banged anyway, there was just a dragon dildo in the background in this alternate universe.