Author's Note
This is my twenty–ninth clopfic out of the many that were made using canon characters this time as anthropomorphic beings instead of their normal forms; however, this is also a Mature-rated fanfic so unless you're in eighteen plus panel, stop right now and hit the back button.
Anyways, I just want to state for the record that My Little Pony, or rather Friendship Is Magic and its setting and characters belongs to Lauren Faust and Hasbro; as for the story itself, you'll also find some inspiration from The Simpsons, hence the chapter name.
Enjoy it as you are, my dear friends: I can assure you that what shocked me is the fact that it took about an entire year for me to finish writing, editing, and uploading it to the site; I hope you can appreciate it and that we meet again.
Steamed Hams Yet
Light in and of itself was capable of traveling to and from anywhere throughout the whole wide world rather almost instantaneously; in addition, it also was accompanied by warmth as well. Because of this, it had unveiled a whole slew of colors coming in many different hues and shades whatsoever, each of them painting the broad landscape in an attempt to provide it some identity. Given the situation at hand, it was best to assume, for the most part that the day was just merely beginning; after all, such imagery would be best captured by the observance of the wary ones.
If there was one thing that proved to be noticeable, then it'd be many of which that were all keeping them on the lighter side as of this moment in time. For starters, the big blue sky harboring the golden sun that shone about over the log horizon with flocks of birds flying about became engulfed by the clouds. Within a large dream drop distance was a civilization defined in such various materials, most of them being the ones fit for the likes of even three little pigs. A calm gentle breeze surfed across the grassy knolls, the brilliant green surrounding it all on a solid plane of existence with a dirt road guiding itself over. Etching outward from a nearby forest was a curvilinear line worth holding as much as it is to even be crossing it, travelers’ tales to be told from this trip. In the background, there rested a valley and ridge of mountains, raging with growth and erosion in the process of their trying times as mist gathered about. The town bustled about with an abundance of people from various demographics: age, gender, finances, and social standing were thereof notwithstanding.
It wasn’t long until the two reached one building in particular, donned neatly in an ethereal amalgamation of lightly colorful shades. Its shingles were a checkered past, muddled in pink and purple as they'd circled far above the solid ground in an equal patterning style. The roof was topped off with dark blue poles resting underneath a spiral cone where a grand old flag waved about in a tasteless orange. The walls where the windows remained adorned were clothed in different subspecies of blue, the bottom being dark in contrast to the top. The presence of such equine figures trailing each other were all mounted upon by thin solid plum poles solitary underneath the pink hearts. All that remained was a pale white frame surrounding the purple egress with two sets of handles and windows of different shapes and sizes.
Within the very same structure was a lone bedroom being far more elaborate than its entrance, much less the rest of the exterior therein. The background which served as the foundation to the vast yet contained space was sharing the same theme as the outside of the house. The flooring consisted of luscious sky blue carpeting, easily vacuumed and steam cleaned on a regular basis yet illuminated by sunlight. The elongated drapes were all red hot as the flowerbed of roses freed from its thorny yet fragile groundwork that’d given them substance. A lamp with a conical goldenrod shade over the light bulb was resting onto the dresser, currently unused since one of the rays pierced thru. A four–poster bed rested against a wall, fluffy, large, and donned in a harmless comforter adorned with many hearts flowing about.
Resting right beneath the hot pink sheets was a white unicorn mare was found to be lying supine, facing the ceiling but unaware of the outside world altogether. Her matted yet refined tresses were colored in a radiantly dark shade resemblance of mulberries easily found within the fields used to ward of some electricity. The white unicorn had worn a mask right over very her face that was dainty, possessing the fixed scheme of butterscotch yellow with a pink petal framework. Speaking of flowers, the protracted sleeves of her raiment were riddled with pictures of plentiful white posies already planted among a sea of magenta.
Anyways, one of the beams from the golden sun managed to illuminate a rather tiny area of it with some more distinctiveness. In that very location thereof, it stopped itself against a singular divider; as a result, its very colors sparkled about in a fainter hue. Within that small space lighting up, there remained a rectangular panel with a thick circular dial standing out right in the middle.
In no shortage of time whatsoever, the white unicorn had just woken up from her slumber with a yawn, taking off her mask to reveal eyes of heavenly blue as she slowly stood up straight and started to leave her bed. Sure enough, she’d soon started to take a stand and sauntered out of her sleeping quarters safely with only a sigh, quickly finding herself going down a flight of stairs in the process while being enclosed by some purple.
“Hah, better go on in and take a shower soon while I still can; he’ll be here at any moment…” the white unicorn respired, climbing downward.
Almost instantaneously, she trotted inside a much different room, devoid of the comfort of her bedroom but easy to provide her some much needed alleviation. The flooring was very different since it was merely but a creamy set of ceramic tiles onto the ground, an arrangement of black and white into checkered pasts. Every wall was painted in a light coat of some chocolaty brown, contrasted by the steely ceiling above that had just watched the white unicorn entered the room. While that the lavatory possessed no windows at all whatsoever, it did, however contain a lone mirror like the ones upstairs albeit in a more rectangular shape. Nevertheless, she was finding herself instantaneously accommodated with the mere presence of a toilet, a sink, a hamper, and a bathtub with a showerhead as well.
As soon as the door was closed, the white unicorn started to shed her clothing at once, stripping down to a black ensemble of panties and stockings with garter belt. Her dainty body was already bearing a rather vast cleavage with both perpendicular nubbins and tender flanks inscribed with a set of three diamonds shining bright. Almost immediately, the white unicorn was sensing the icy brisk atmosphere of oxygen dousing the coating on her body as she also casted aside her undergarments. Taking note of the mixer tap’s three handles, she’d placed her hand on the one in the middle and then the nearby knobs as well; before long, water shot out from here. Sure enough, the white unicorn was now becoming drenched in the running compound, instantly embracing the lukewarm reception being provided for her at once.
Within only seconds, she’d reached for an orange washcloth and a green bar of soap and started washing herself immediately. The very ears were the white unicorn’s first target, flopping about as her washrag now had gone both inside and out of them. Secondly, she started scrubbing her face starting with the cheeks, wiping away the accumulated stains from those yesterdays. Next, the white unicorn bristled around her neck with the soapy washcloth in a caressing glee, the foam finally laying claim. A discontented frown started taking formation as she’d began to wash both underarms; of course, the washrag rubbed shoulders. Then, with the spume now seeping down the back, the white unicorn had chortled quietly while scoured her bust and abdomen. More bubbles were circling around her tail and fundament as the orange washcloth soothingly polished them simultaneously. Soon, she bent over and started washing her gaskins from top to bottom ‘til her very washrag had reached down to both hooves. Afterwards, the white unicorn was completely covered in foam; at the same time, she’d fixed the showerhead on her body again.
After her body was rinsed off completely, she’d started to douse her deep purple mane gently as the water soaked it all completely. The white unicorn reached for a big rosy bottle on a rack beneath the showerhead, squirted some on her tresses, and lathered them. With her deep purple mane and tail turned in a lighter color than before, they were both cleansed thoroughly by the same compound. Repetition followed as the white unicorn spouted some more, lathering her locks with increased fruition, and rinsed all over again. It was not long before she’d switched out one bottle with another from the same rack it had come from; likewise, that came to pass.
Afterwards, her whispering eye had caught the white unicorn’s attention as she’d found herself lathering the washcloth again with the same very soap. Covering her sheath, a hand was quickly padded over and started rubbing it slowly, feeling the slowly tightening reaction of it already chaffing about. A gradually loud moan had escaped from the white unicorn’s muzzle, especially after she started to nudge through it, thanks to their contrasting textures. In no time whatsoever, they had been increasing in quantity and volume as well, especially now she spread both her legs apart and made small moves. Still, the orange washrag scoured in between the soft, tight velvet underground, causing another high–pitched moan to escape from the white unicorn. A jolt had travel up her spine, quivering with pleasure as she was stroking up and down within her own sheath before wedging itself back effortlessly. With its contents gathering around, the white unicorn was moaning in a blissful ecstasy as a clear fluid of her own making splashed onto the washcloth.
As the nerves and stamina inside her whole body finally regained control almost immediately, she’d quickly turned off the nozzle which stopped spraying water over her body. The white unicorn opened the curtains and stepped out the tub carefully as her very hooves had landed back right onto the ceramic floor, wet with satisfaction and anticipation. Aware of the moisture already dripping down thru her very body, she’d gone to a nearby rack, picking out a yellow towel, dried herself off, and then wrapped around compactly. The white unicorn had also picked out another smaller towel, this time wrapping it over her deep purple mane in the hopes of ceasing the water from becoming colder than now.
While trotting out of the bathroom, she’d come across some tapping on the woodwork nearby, “rat–a–tat–tat…!”
“Oh my, he’s here already: that must have been very fast; I better change into something more comfortable lest it would ruin the surprise for him…” the white unicorn had ruminated rather instantaneously, looking down at her rudimentary garbs already covering up her very curvaceous form, “I’ll be right with you in a minute, sir…!”
Scurrying back upstairs, she was reacquainted with her own bedroom but barely having anytime whatsoever to pick out an outfit more pleasing. Of course, the white unicorn was quick to find something more modest than just her towels: a hot pink housecoat rife with darkly thick contours. Sure enough, she was quick to cast off the towels and embrace the new attire so easily, using its belt to tie both sides together around the waist.
At long last did the white unicorn finally returned to the source of the knocking from long ago, hopefully to catch up with the visitor. Unlike her bedroom upstairs, the area was vast yet it’d contained some more space in a clash of purples and pinks in various shadings. The flooring was already littered with countless fabrics, each of them having possessed more colors by virtue of being abandoned. The amount of elongated drapes was offset by the abundance of mirrors standing upon its sides, many of which were in the same size. The very ligneous ceiling in its entirety had a source of illumination that guided the occupants of the home, its bulb wrapped in a coil.
Walking up to the door, she was quick to open up and find out the source of the knocking: it was a purple dragon standing tall, dark, and handsomely. Every single scale donned onto the visitor’s body was painted in an emerald splash, each of the shades bringing out their owner’s much tender eyes. In a stark contrast to the white unicorn’s middleweight and buxom physique, the purple dragon was riddled with muscles and depth by sheer inches. Right upon the visitor’s very body was attire so simplistic yet more colorful: a long shirt that was white with red shoulder pads and some brown pants. Snugly within the purple dragon’s grasp were two different items: assorted nosegays in the left hand and a red heart–shaped box in the right hand.
“Good morning, Rarity… I was able to get some flowers for you, despite the delays earlier…” the visitor had greeted, beaming about as he handed over the titular tenant his very collection of flowers.
Holding onto them all immediately, the white unicorn had quickly sighed about with such an overwhelming relief, “ah, thank you, Spike; I can’t wait to make our very brunch special and these flowers are just what is needed.”
“Don’t be too sure about it; the only thing that’s special about this occasion is you, my lovely…” the eponymous visitor had cooed, flushed with the crimson of a similar shade compared to the package, “anyways, is there by any chance I can kindly go wash myself…? I still feel a little bit tired despite all that sleep last night…”
“Sure, it’s directly behind me down the hall to the right; you won’t miss it, I can guarantee that…” she’d said, smiling about with a wink.
It didn’t take long for the purple dragon to stomp off right past Rarity after giving up to her the remained item; afterwards, she followed suit in a much different direction. Needless to say, the white unicorn soon avoided following him altogether, let alone returning to her sleeping quarters; besides, the new location within was enough for her.
Of all the places that she'd ended up going to, the domicile's kitchen was serving up to be a nice change of pace for the likes of her. A stovetop oven was lined up uniformly underneath a row of even door breakfronts, all of which were in rivaling shades of purples. The washbasin stored crystal clear yet somehow sullied water inside, an otherwise safe haven for such bacteria and protozoans alike. Meandering about were a quadruple slotted toaster in a close range line of eyesight and a wooden block filled to brim with knives. Even a circular dining table rested on the opposite corner, cloaked in teal textiles outlined in lime as Rarity had laid both items on it. A similar circular windowsill rested underneath a clock lined with intersections as the very glass covered up with only blue drapes. Lounging about on a different corner was a plastic cupboard, stocked up with food and drinks readily available for consumption. Standing nearby it was a lone blue refrigerator, smaller and shorter than the countertop overall yet still possessing its bulky form.
Almost immediately, the white unicorn shuffled her hooves to the cupboard and pulled out a long green cucumber from there without any form of hesitation. It also didn’t take long for her to go and pick out a lone knife and start cutting into the vegetable right upon a nearby literal chopping block, made of glass. Definitive slices of the very food in question were being made by Rarity’s gentle hands, a careful balance between quantity and quality being easily fulfilled. At the very least, the white unicorn was seconds away from making it through with the first half of the cucumber, stopping to wipe the sweat off her brows. Now that she was already finished, she gotten quick to survey the otherwise numerous amounts of such rounded portions once a part of the thick vegetable.
Feeling a wave of satisfaction bathing about, Rarity was speedily returning her attention back to the cupboard again, opening it back up to pull out more items. At this moment, Rarity’s horn glowed in a sky blue shade, sparkling about as a tiny assortment of herbs and spices with the occasional condiments alongside. Now with a loaf of bread within the white unicorn’s line of eyesight, she’d placed them all right next to the partitioned foodstuff that she was responsible for.
She’d soon tilted her face upward to the cabinet and outstretched a left hand in the pathway of a goldenrod handle. After opening it, Rarity was faced with many choices of tableware at her disposal, each of them in various ways. Of the seemingly endless amount with themselves, the white unicorn found one immediately: a jade ceramic bowl. In a small portion of time, she was quick to open the vials containing the herbs and spices along with the containers. Rarity had soon poured in her choice arrangement of garnishes cautiously, each of them in such equal measures. Sure enough, the white unicorn then opened up the condiments: of them, one was colored in a dark brown gold. Even this wasn’t enough to deter her as she was now ready to mix them in all together now; she just needs a spoon.
As Rarity was about to find a substantial utensil, her ears were bombarded with the sounds of whooshing about coming from directly inside the house; as a result, she’d scurried outside of the dining room to find the source of it as she’d listened what happened next, “no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no…!”
“Oh, my… that sounds like Spike; he seems to be in some kind of trouble…” the white unicorn soon thought to herself before coming across the white door to knock upon its surface at once, “is everything okay?”
“Just fine, it’s nothing to worry about Rarity…!” the aforementioned occupant stammered about instantaneously.
Reluctantly, she’d decided to return to the kitchen at once, mostly relieved but skeptical of her recent findings anyway. Hobbling about and away, Rarity was now back into the brief search for a spoon big enough to blend her concoction in. Only then did the white unicorn finally started off resuming preparations after finding a wooden ladle from the drawers.
Such is the delight she was able to reawaken quickly, stirring the condiments and seasonings in at once until they made a smooth brown paste.
In due time, Rarity pulled out a different knife from the same wooden block and started cutting into the grains, all while contemplating about, “I hope that Twilight hasn’t been pushing him too hard lately; while making them far from inseparable is insuperable, it seems to me that’s losing his concentration. Either way, these sandwiches alone should be enough to help him regain Spikey–Wikey’s strength and then some: there’s no way he’s going back to sleep after I had extended the invitation; besides, today has just begun.”
“HAH…!” the purple dragon’s voice was heard again, this time being more louder since the white unicorn was further away from the source, “oh, yeah…!”
“Something tells me I made the right decision to let him in; a proper lady has to look and feel her best while she still can…” she’d continued thinking to herself with only a growing smirk upon the visage.
It didn’t even take long for Rarity to carve herself several slices of bread in a similar fashion compared to the cucumber from much earlier. Of course, the white unicorn was far from done anyway so to speak, quickly gathering up all the grains and placing them right nearby the bowl. Then, she’d started smearing the slices of bread with the sienna solution so swiftly she was like some kind of sportsperson of superb standard. At long last, it was time to stick it with the parted pieces of the vegetable literally, assembling themselves right on the recently tacky surface.
When Rarity was coming to in regards to the reality she’d partaken in, he’d soon also entered the kitchen immediately, sweating about but cool nevertheless.
Although that the white unicorn was quick to turn around and look at Spike, he was much too quicker to speaking, asking about away at once, “Rarity, I’m sorry about what happened; I never expected I’d yet to outgrow my own allergies…”
“Are you sure that you’re fine…?” she asked immediately with a hint of concern, “perhaps, I can open a window for you just to let in the fresh air…”
“That won’t be necessary: a kind lady such as yourself doesn’t need to be put through the ringer doing such a mundane task; besides, I’m wondering what we’re going to eat today anyway…” the purple dragon had replied instantaneously.
Rarity was quick to return her gaze onto the snacks that she’d made not too long ago and said, “cucumber sandwiches, dearie…!”
“I see: no offense but I wasn’t expecting them to be so thin, much less be enough to watch your figure…” he’d said gently, briefly commenting on the very foodstuff in question which was already directly up in front of themselves, “of course, this must be an appetizer course, after all…”
“Indeed, but I can assure you that they will be worth the wait; it’s still a shame that I could have made some more had I woken up much earlier…” the white unicorn replied with a huff, moving her hands up again to retrieve a small flat plate.
Spike soon took his precious time to walk away from her and sit down by the table, looming at the passing townsfolk throughout the windowsill while sighing, “do you want me to close the curtains while you’re at it…?”
“Exactly, such private occasions like this are more fun when they’re kept away completely from the prying eyes of the outside world…” Rarity replied, a simple meal ready to eat by the likes of them alone; of course, despite the simplicity, it felt like it was a piecemeal, “I still need to fetch some tea so I would recommend that you please do not start without me, understand…?”
“Relax, even I’m not that desperate…” the purple dragon chuckle a bit as the white unicorn had strutted off back to other side of the kitchen.
The search ended instantly just as soon as it had started when she made her way to the fridge, opening it to retrieve a glass pitcher filled to the brim with a sepia liquid with some lemon wedges.
After having done so, Rarity was nimble enough to close the door behind herself, she’d said to him at once, “I hope you’re ready for breakfast to finally start; forgive me for taking too long to finish it but I can assure you: it will be worth it…”
“Yes, indeed…” Spike said as the white unicorn took her seat on the opposite side of the table while the pitcher in her hand stood upon it, “you know, these sandwiches are quite similar to the ones they have at Canterlot…”
“Not since Pinkie and I went up there; you wouldn’t believe what the restaurateurs had to offer: to call their wares cookie–cutter would have been no better than stealing any recipe from right underneath the Filly Guides’ noses…” Rarity retorted, raring to go on ahead and take her first bite.
Of course, the purple dragon made a reach for the sandwich first while saying, “were they really that bad? Surely, even Twilight and her family had a much refined palette for such things back where we’d lived…”
“Chalk that up to one so–called food critic; I still can’t believe the nerve of that mare and the fact that she refused to give it a chance after everything that happened no less…” the white unicorn said quietly after she’d just started chomping at the bit of foodstuff only rather so gently, “even so, it makes me feel bad for the two anyway; they'd sacrificed so much to get into the big city…”
“I hope they’re still doing well; besides, the capital is the jewel of Equestria itself: there are plenty of people who’d like to try their wares…” he’d replied as he, too, took his very first bite into the cucumber sandwich in his possession.
Wiping the small crumbs away from the lips, she’d shot out a coy grin and giggle gently, “just like you, Spikey–Wikey… of course, you’re more of Ponyville as I am: you and Twilight are nothing like that wretched snob. It makes me ashamed whenever I’m thinking back to the time I was invited to Canterlot; I was so busy caught up with being able to visit it again, I’d let myself get too distracted to keep in touch with my friends, much less finish her dress in time for her birthday. Now that being said, I ought to be counting my lucky stars that I didn’t lose them all, especially Twilight; even this was far too close to let something like that happen to the likes of her.”
“At least you were there to see her in the flesh on that day; I was too sick to even attend the party…” the titular transient had gulped, swallowing another bite for himself and some air almost immediately, “had to go all the way back to Canterlot to stay home; obviously, one less library was here amongst Twilight’s list of fears…”
“Yeah, and look how that turned out in the end; had my store been destroyed, I don’t ever know how I could adjust to such a calamity, let alone live…” Rarity sighed as she’d finished off the first of the foodstuffs instantaneously.
Spike had retorted quickly, “you still have Sweetie Belle and some friends, right behind you all the way…”
“Agreed; houses can be rebuilt but lives cannot…” the white unicorn purred as she was now etching closely toward the purple dragon, “speaking of which, how would you like to our relationship to go in a similar direction, Spike…?”
“You… you really mean it…?” he’d stuttered about, his very scales now shifting about into that of a rose quartz as her white coat also started to match her attire slightly.
Getting giddy with glee, Rarity had only giggled about, “besides, did you honestly think that the cucumber sandwiches alone would be enough to tickle your fancy or were you that hungry no less…?”
“What do you mean by that…?” Spike had only sputtered about, still struggling to stomach another sandwich surely enough, “I do not even understand what you are talking about, Rarity…”
“Just think back to the day when Twilight blurted out your little secret: of course, even if she hadn’t gone and done that, it would have been blown out of the water anyway; besides, you were quite sloppy as a youngling…” the eponymous tenant tittered about, opening up her housecoat a bit to bare her bosoms straightaway in front of the purple dragon.
As a result, he was close to regurgitating but gulped down, "shit…!"
“Still, that’s all in the past; you’re all grown up now…" Rarity had continued onward, still in Spike's viewpoint, "it’s been far too long since you and Twilight moved to Ponyville: so much has changed ever since that day and to think that it was on the Summer Sun Celebration when Nightmare Moon had returned; as a matter of fact, if it weren’t for that encounter, then a never–ending night would've been a major understatement. So many memories, so little time thinking about them: the fact my cutie mark would be playing a small yet significant part in our destinies no less, the odds were so astronomical.”
“I know, Rarity and the fact you've managed to maintain your luscious figure after all these years…” the purple dragon gurgling, already much too salivated to take another bite what with the white unicorn’s cleavage in eyesight.
Needless to say, it’d rather seem that whatever it was that she’d gotten around to planning was starting to work so far: as such, no time whatsoever was taken reveling in the cold hard fact both of his brilliant green eyes were fixed on her body; during the passing moment, the former said, “as have you, my dear…”
It wasn’t long until Rarity took her seat again, albeit in a much different part of the kitchen than before: the countertop she’d prepared their meal. Taking up the other half of the green foodstuff, the white unicorn moved it in between her legs and started jamming her whispering eye slowly. In mere moments, she slowly moaned in pleasure, pushing the intact half of the cucumber inside her velvet underground without any a care at all. Now, she used her remaining left hand to chafe her bust smoothly, pinching its endings as Spike just plainly stayed still and watched her closely. Excitement was just around the corner for Rarity and the purple dragon could see it; even he’d started reaching downward into his own trousers. Rife with such great passions at the sight of one another was enough for the twosome to feel their visage become flushed with the crimson shades. Anyways, they were struggling to reach their collective highpoints soon enough; of course, the white unicorn was having herself a great time. Restraints weakening once more, she couldn’t even take it any longer, yelling out loudly as the vegetable was saturated with her own secretions. Yearning for the opportunity presented to the likes of him, such happiness was known, despite struggling to ejaculate a scream out into the air.
“Come on, you can do this, Spike; you still might have some power left inside…!” Spike said to himself, his left hand still buried underneath the fabric with hidden frustration, “you’re going to look like a total dork in front of Rarity…!”
“As expected… no wonder you’d… taken long, Spike: wasting it all… shouldn’t been done… especially… if you’re going… to ravage me; thankfully though… I still have some… extra vigor… to go spare some… that is if you’re… willing to take… up my offer, Spikey–Wikey…” Rarity quickly panted overtly, now moving leisurely.
The purple dragon soon retracted his limb and replied, “I’m sorry ‘bout that, Rarity; I didn’t want you to think I would be horrible at this occasion…”
“Don’t fret, my friend; I didn’t get to be the Bearer of Generosity making cucumber sandwiches and the like…” the white unicorn had sighed exhaustively, already pulling the dripping foodstuff out of her sheath immediately, “speaking of which, how would you like to have my cucumber…? I know that it’s a little soiled but I think that my nectar should be enough to inspire you to not be so deterred that easily; besides, this should serve as a prelude to a little foreplay…”
“You really mean it…?” he’d stuttered about before being stopped by her finger resting onto his lips.
Rarity giggled, saying to Spike while handing over the soiled cucumber part instantaneously, “yes… now please, you needed your strength…”
“Anything for you, my lovely…” the purple dragon had mewed as he'd soon started licking the fluid right off of vegetable tardily, “mmm, you must taste so good all this time, don’t you, Rarity…?”
“Just get this over with already: my pussy is still wet and ripe for the taking; the least you can do is not squander this moment like you'd done before…” the white unicorn spat out as she’d started running her hands through her own body again.
After quickly devouring the very foodstuff, his knees had reached the floor, muzzle now in the direction of her whispering eye as his forked tongue slipped out from there. Almost immediately, Spike slowly slid it into Rarity’s velvet underground, earning a giggle from the latter as the former started licking the contents away without resistance. A few seconds later, the purple dragon now felt a hand resting on his scaly head after sliding his tongue inwardly, no doubt a spontaneous response from the white unicorn. All other options left for her were to moan slowly yet loudly for her whispering eye was so tight; even so, he soon ran his tongue around her legs as they were being spread. Apparently, Spike could barely help himself but drooled every time his pink tongue went sliding in and out of Rarity’s sheath repetitively, his claws held onto her abdomen. At long last did the white unicorn gave out more small moans which then turned into loud yelps of happiness the moment the purple dragon licked further deeper inwardly. A sheer cold from his icy tongue had caused a clear fluid from her to squirt onto his taste buds warmly in return, sparking recent memories of the cucumber he’d eaten up.
Breaking away from Rarity, Spike looked upwardly and panted, “fuck, you weren’t kidding about the foreplay; at least in hindsight, it was a good idea not to stick my dick in until you came along…”
“Keep going; we’ve just barely begun and I refuse to rest until you have me fully satisfied…!” the white unicorn huffed, shedding her only article of clothing completely as she’d looked past the purple dragon and at the drapery right on the other side of the area, “besides, I may been the Bearer of Generosity but it doesn’t mean you should take advantage of it by quitting too soon!”
“I know…!” he said, pushing her gaskins slightly upward to find another similar crevice nearby the whispering eye almost in due time.
Rarity suddenly felt Spike’s claws digging into her coat as she felt him stretched the croup wider, feeling his tongue now stuck inside with little warning; this made the former squeal, “OH, YOU DIRTY DRAKE; I NEVER IMAGINED THAT YOU WOULD TOSS MY SALAD ALL TOO SOON…!”
The purple dragon didn’t care to listen as his forked tongue was currently licking inside the white unicorn’s flanks whereas she’d rested her head on the edge of the wooden cabinet. Just when she’d thought the very world was feeling so cold, it was the dribble from his muzzle surpassing the point of being even more than the surface temperatures underneath. Rarity had only attempted to reach down to one of her bosoms and started furbishing them rhythmically as Spike began permeating throughout her fundament in a silent way. As the purple dragon was slurping and licking within them, his salivation had dripped right in the white unicorn, its frigidity causing her to cry out a series of loud climatic moans. Listening clearly to her plethora of voluptuous sultry cries, it was some enthralling kind of such encouragement for him as he licked deeper inside her croup, happy to continue on. It was more appetizing than the very food that they themselves were eating much earlier, even more so for the likes of Spike since Rarity was firmly in his grasp at the moment. The state the twosome were in was ironically comfortable, especially when the white unicorn found it much helpful the purple dragon stopped to lap at her velvet underground. The brief intervals of time granted to her were made by the likes of himself alternating between her flanks and sheath repetitively, keeping the former in place with such attention.
“Hah…” Spike panted, letting go of Rarity’s limbs gently, “hey Rarity, now that I got a taste of you, are you up for some backdoor action…?”
“First, I want to give you something to drink before you do so; besides, I could tell that you still want to keep going anyway, despite your previous misstep…” the aforementioned unicorn sighed as she sat herself straight back up again towards the purple dragon, smiling about without a care.
He backed away a bit and said to her, “but what about the tea, Rare; what was the point of bringing it out if we weren’t going to drink it…?”
“Who said we were going to drink the tea while eating…?” Rarity sniggered about, grabbing Spike by the collar of his plain white tee gently, “after all, you couldn’t but stare at my upper body the second I had started to undress myself; at least, that was the main reason I asked that you close the curtain…”
“I see…” the purple dragon shivered as the white unicorn started running her clean hand down to his pants.
Aroused by the sight of her unbound form, he’d felt himself become coagulated yet remained on standby despite the chance presented to him. Sure enough, Spike bent down face first onto Rarity’s cleavage and started to fondle them slowly with the tips of his claws, making her moan. In preparation of what was to come, the white unicorn only hardened a bit and the purple dragon had started suckling on them instantaneously. Additionally, he’d even licked in between the bust while leaving behind ribbons of saliva around them without a care in the world whatsoever. Generally, her moaning had started to intensify when she felt some teeth now chewing over her bosoms and the liquid began spurting about. Of course, it’d continued on for a mere few minutes until Spike lifted himself up to Rarity’s lips and started to kiss her at once despite tastes.
Since they were still standing straight anyways, their eyes were accented by blushing considering that both faces had been maintaining a close distance. As the two finally joined hands, their respective lips grew closer to one another while the purple dragon’s trembling had started to cease immediately. The pair finally grown more eager, their muzzles finally opened as one another passed, tongues finally slipping out for their very ecstatic exploration. Considering the cold hard fact that the white unicorn was already in the altogether, her own guest couldn’t resist yet felt more than willing to go reenter. Hereon, however, she was quick to break away from him almost immediately, catching the latter off–guard only to watch the former go lower herself.
Facing the diminutive metallic accessory upon Spike’s pants, Rarity ripped it open rather gently to uncovered a slender cylinder appendage from right beneath his denim with a lidded smile. Sliding it underneath inside the cleavage to the point was seen underneath her chin, the purple dragon watched the white unicorn’s hands started squeezing both of them mutually on each side. Careening them up and down concomitantly, she started to slip her tongue throughout her mouth again, both faces flushed with such overwhelming redness before tickling the tip of his shaft. Immediately, Spike found himself quickly aroused at what Rarity was already doing to him, soft moaning dominating themselves, especially the latter whom now took it inwardly without a care. The white unicorn took in a big gulp as her very bosoms fell from the purple dragon’s prepuce whereas her mouth had started to take in what more space than before in past due time no less. Feeling the salivating wet work taking its course, she’d looked up and at him with a grin on her face, already stimulating and syphoning about to the point he’d rested his claws onto her mane. Almost instantly, Spike was incapable of maintaining some control, blushing every time Rarity’s hot and heavy lips gone around his yard after having been nestled betwixt her massive cleavage. The white unicorn had refused to release her tongue, going beyond the tip of the purple dragon‘s shaft while leaving behind more saliva as his soft moaning was the only sound being heard.
Of course, it wasn’t long until her sandwiching and tongue tickling around his elongated prepuce caused it to splatter across her very neckline and then dripped downward in between the bared bust; after watching it becoming caked with their own fluids, she’d cooed exhaustively, “hah, I knew that you still have something going for it, my little dragon…”
“Who said that I was little anymore; didn’t you remember…?” Spike had playfully snarled with little warning whatsoever, pulling Rarity up by the tresses that had made up her mane to reach into her earlobe, “I had a growth spurt years ago…!”
“Whoo, I should’ve anticipated that you were into a little more into the rough stuff…” the white unicorn tittered on as the purple dragon turned her around, haunches in full view of his libidinous eyesight.
A blushing grin was flexed from its owner, instantaneously prognosticating what he was going to do to her now that his yard still maintained its rigid and upright form and grinded up against her.
Before Rarity gotten the chance to speak on her own accord, Spike beat her to the punch with only a terse susurration, pulling her tail away, “it’s your call, my love: where do you want it in…?”
“Either choice of entrance is fine, Spikey–Wikey…” the white unicorn had huffed anticipatory, her fingernails already barely touching the walls so faraway ahead of her muzzle, “I’m still glad that you are not giving up yet, not even on me after all these years.”
It wasn’t long until the eponymous individual’s freshly exposed yard now went inside of her fundament, causing the latter to grip tightly onto the surface of the countertop underneath. At first, the movement had started slowly before gaining some momentum steadily as Spike held onto Rarity’s croup firmly with the tips of his fingernails digging deep in her coat sharply. Under no minuscule amount of time whatsoever did the white unicorn had started feeling her own whispering eye gathering more solutions, their piths and substances slick like before. Now, she was firmly aware of how her velvet underground already burned about with such hot moisture accumulating about, more viscious than the hunger for the foodstuff she’d made. Along with the burning sensation donned upon their faces, Rarity currently moaned the loudest of the twosome in the very area since her loins were occupied by the purple dragon alone. Much momentum amongst them now increased on and about almost immediately as he’d still bounced up against the white unicorn’s flanks with growing determination and expectation. It was only in a matter of moments Spike got close enough to unleash a discharge into her, both haunches reacting to the repeated incursion since his pants now dropped onto the flooring. Sure enough, time was of the essence since Rarity was losing control of her own body greatly thanks to the purple dragon, sweating about as the former lolled her moist tongue outward.
“Get ready…!” he panted, closing his burning eyes for a few seconds before reopening them to find the white unicorn still in front of him.
Against the salivation escaping and mixing with her perspiration, she’d spat out huskily, “that’s right, sow your seed into my plot hole already…!”
Sure enough, Spike then bucked his loins into Rarity fast and loosely, letting out a loud moan along the way as well before subsiding almost immediately. Only then did the purple dragon relented afterwards, already panting and huffing about at once before breaking straightaway from the white unicorn easily. Stretching about was a small string of a thick pinkish liquid right in between both of themselves before being shattered instantly without a care whatsoever.
“Hah…” she’d sighed softly, her waistline already soiled with such solutions only seconds ago, “that was such an occasion, wasn’t it, my dear…?”
“I’ll say: I never expected that you would be hurt by this, let alone bleed; sorry about that, Rarity…” he’d said only gently, noticing a trickle of crimson trailing downward before his jaded line of eyesight.
Turning around to face Spike, Rarity kissed him again before releasing herself instantaneously, “don’t worry about it; I’m just glad that you came here today, especially since you made short work of my rump so recently…”
“I suppose that now’s the time to go wash up before our friends notice what happened…” the purple dragon said before finally finding the time to pull up his own pants in front the white unicorn, “besides, I think Twi would scream blue murder if she’d seen a glimpse of bloodstained underpants…”
“Agreed…!” she’d chirped brightly, soon trotting right away from him and out of the kitchen where the events had unfolded between themselves; not long after, he, too, had followed suit after her, leaving behind a well–made meal on the table.
