The Fashionista's Assistant

by Kulpa

Rating: mature
Tags: Porn, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Fetish, Spike, Rarity, Sex, Profanity, Slice of Life
Length: 3415

Spike heads over to Carousel Boutique to check in on Rarity in the morning.

Rarity was one of Spike's first sexual conquests. Unbeknownst to most, if not all of Ponyville. Since then, Rarity and Spike have had quite the fulfilling sexual relationship.

Kinks: Interspecies (Dragon x Pony) | Large Dragon Endowment | Bondage | Sex Toys | Cunnilingus | Squirting |Overly Excessive Multiple Female Orgasms | 'Light' Pet Play | Cum Swallowing | Crotchboob Teasing and Torment | Blowjob | Deepthroat | Rough Face Fucking |'Mild' Cum Inflation

Cover Art: 1773299 on Derpi
Artist: wickedsilly

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Published 2019-08-25 02:20:01 UTC
Last updated 2019-08-25 02:20:01 UTC

Chapter 1

Spike walked through the main streets of Ponyville with a wry grin on his face. With it still being quite early in the morning, no ponies were even awake—with the exception being the Apple clan. The sun had barely risen, sunlight dimly lighting the small town as he casually strolled passed each one of the closed little vendor stalls that would be attended and busy within the next few hours.

With everything that had gone on yesterday, Spike nearly forgot about his early morning 'check-in' with his favorite cumdumpster. Between the meeting with Mayor Mare and his exhausting encounter with Twilight, he nearly overslept. But being a dragon of his word and one to never pass up the opportunity to slay some pussy, Spike woke up a few minutes later than he would have liked, hopped out of bed and quickly went through his morning routine. After all that, it was still plenty early enough to head over to Carousel Boutique and have a little fun.

Looking toward Town Hall, Spike couldn't help but snicker. In a few days, he'd be in another meeting with the Mayor. He hoped she had taken his note seriously. Otherwise, she'd have to be punished. Nothing like canceling a couple of his meetings to get her to understand if need be—she'd be distraught and hysterical just from the threat alone.

Before long, Spike was heading up the walkway to the boutique, he stopped just a few strides short of the door and leaned down to pick up quite the obvious fake rock. Underneath he found Rarity's spare key, snatching it between his claws, he set down the fake rock and mosied on over to Carousel Boutique's main entryway. Sliding the key inside the keyhole, he twisted, hearing that telltale click of the lock unlocking.

Ignoring the faint chime from the tiny bell that hung above the doorway as he walked inside, Spike let the door shut behind him. Knowing full well nopony would be down on the shoppe floor, the horny dragon made his way up the staircase that led to Rarity's small apartment above her boutique.

Spike was assaulted by the scent of arousal as he opened the door and walked into Rarity's bedroom, the thick and pungent aroma filling his nostrils. His own libido revved from the smell, his penis slowly growing erect. He strode over to the bed, easily finding the culprit of said musk permeating the air.

His little pet, Rarity was laying in her ornate canopy bed, covered in sweat, each of her hooves bound to a post, forcing her into a spread eagle position. He looked down at her, enjoying the view of what a complete and utter sex-soaked mess she had become, her face was covered in fresh and dry tears, making the makeup around her eyes trickle down her cheeks.

Spike ran a claw through her mane, getting Rarity's attention, she turned to face the drake and let out a gag-muffled groan, her half-lidded gaze clearly indicating she was excited to see him.

Strings of drool and spit covered her chin and the gag plugging her muzzle, a cherry-red ballgag secured by two black straps wound behind her head. Her lower body was sitting in a massive puddle of her own juices, fur matted in clumps, tail soaked from her dock to its end.

Looking closely, Spike could see her glistening and damp marehood shaking. He inspected each one of the small bullet vibrator remotes he had attached to her hind legs, all four of them still on their highest setting, buzzing away dutifully where he put them—one in each of her holes and the last two taped to each teat.

Lastly, he checked the ring that sat at the base of her horn. A magical-nullifier, that was more so Rarity's idea than Spike's, at first, he was apprehensive, but she insisted it must be used on her. After some convincing, Spike decided he wasn't going to turn down a way to make sure Rarity was completely helpless throughout the entire time she was bound with toys vibrating her most sensitive areas.

He wrapped his claw around her horn and gave it a firm squeeze, eliciting a muffled moan from the unicorn, her body was shot with an intense jolt of pleasure, forcing her marehood to wink, squirting more of her fuck juices onto her bed.

With a yank, he pulled Rarity's head closer to his groin. “Rarity, Look! I brought breakfast.” He said, his dick smacking her square in the muzzle with a soft 'thwap', giving her a full whiff of his own dragon scented musk. “I hope you're hungry for a nice, thick and creamy dragon protein shake.”

He chuckled, watching the mare go cross-eyed, her focus solely on his length, whimpering and trying her best to nuzzle it. He saw the desperation in Rarity's face as she nodded.

“We aren't going to have any gagging problems like last time... Are we?” Spike asked, his long, barbed cock still laying directly on Rarity's nostrils, the pointed tip dripped onto the fur of her snout, forcing her to inhale the scent.

Rarity shook her head.

“Good, girl.” Spike patted her on the forehead, watching an adorable blush tinted her cheeks. “But first...” Spike ventured back toward the foot of the bed, causing Rarity to whine through her gag as her beloved dragon cock was taken away from her. “I think I should grab something to eat before feeding you...” One by one, he turned off and removed the vibrators, their buzzing no longer assaulting the bound mare. “After all, it's only proper for the master to eat before the pet.” Spike found himself between Rarity's spread hind legs, looking up at her with a fanged grin.

He watched her fidget and squirm, his ropework doing an excellent job of giving her little to no room to move her body. He ignored the garbled, undecipherable sounds coming from her muzzle.

'She's probably just begging for me to feed her breakfast,' He thought, suppressing a snicker.

She was quite a slutty and selfish pet.

Spike grabbed each of her thighs with his claws, squeezing the mix of muscle and fat. He lowered his face toward her trembling marehood, noticing the glistening shine of her arousal coating her nethers, her puffy and abused lower lips were begging him to be touched.

Spike was ready to feast on what he believed to be the best-tasting pussy in Ponyville, granted he only had a few ponies to compare from but he was trying to change that.

His face crept closer and closer, inches away from reaching his prize, the sweet and delectable taste of Rarity's cunt. The poor mare kept struggling, it seemed like she was desperate to taste Spike's meat. He gave her thighs another playful squeeze, holding her lower body down firmly on the mattress. All he heard was a muffled moan before his face was plastered by a spritz of mare juice, a more powerful wink causing the small jet to hit the domineering dragon.

Spike took the wet splash in stride, even though he was caught off guard by it. He made a show of licking his face clean, slowly lapping as his soaked face, knowing full well that Rarity was intently watching. With one last flourish of his tongue, he let out a satisfied smack of his lips his face was clean of her nectar. “As always, Rarity, you taste amazing... I think I'll dive in for more.”

Not wasting any time, he smothered his face between her shiny, warm folds. His long, powerful dragon tongue prodded its way inside, quickly tasting her essence straight from the tap. For as many times as he had eaten out Rarity, he still couldn't get over how good she tasted and the velvety smoothness of her inner walls his mouth muscle felt as his tongue moved around inside.

Over the past few months, he'd become quite adept at using his tongue, its strength and length were two things he had learned to use to their greatest potential. During that time, he'd also begun to notice how Rarity's body reacted when his tongue either did certain things or hit specific spots. He had nearly boiled it down to a science. Make her lower body thrash and squirm? Slowly lick her left side. Make her scream to the heavens? Go as deep as possible and push. Want to make her body tense up like she's frozen? Quickly lap along the right side. Those were just a few of the things Spike had discovered, he could basically control any of her movements with his tongue, she was his toy to play with and he found a lot of fun making her 'dance' for him.

With both claws wrapped around her thighs, he pulled his face as close as he could to her marehood, allowing him to reach even deeper while he tongue-fucked her spasming gash. His tongue scooped as much of her delicious pussy juice as he could, loudly gulping it down for Rarity to hear. He looked up as he continued to lap away at her cunt, seeing Rarity's eyes begin to roll around in her skull, he was on the verge of making her explode for what may have well been her twelfth or thirteenth time. Knowing that he was sated with his fill of her cunt cream, a sly grin fell onto his pussy covered face, his claws moved above her gash, each one grabbing a clawful of crotchboob. Spike kneaded and squeezed the round mounds of fleshy fat, pulling a low groan from Rarity's gagged mouth. He knew this was quite the sensitive spot, having made her cum from just playing with them alone in the past. Spike probed his tongue deeper, as deep as it would go, Eliciting that trademark overwhelmed scream from Rarity, he saw her eyes go wide as she shook her head, clearly pleading for him not to make her cum again. Chuckling into her sopping, tongue-abused foalhole, his digits went about twisting, pinching, and pulling her erect nipples, as if they were nobs for him to control her.

In reality, they were. The combination of Spike's expert tonguework along with the blissful pain of her teats being tormented made Rarity burst harder and faster than a house with frozen pipes thawing in the spring. Her vision went white, blinding her while she screamed at least two octaves higher than normal and tried to thrash around on the bed—unsuccessfully due to the tight restraints holding her down to the bed. Rarity's marehood, spasm-ed tightly, liquid arousal jetted out in a thick continuous stream, hitting the dragon's wide-open maw. She heard him gulp a few times as she filled his mouth, the remaining torrent splattering his face again and dripping down onto the huge dark stain on the bedsheet underneath her. Her orgasm seemed endless, she could do nothing but ride the wave of euphoria blasting her body.

Spike let the flow of Rarity's arousal fill his mouth, the final few spurts topped him off, spraying his muzzle as he pulled back and closed his mouth, locking away her sweetness for the time being. He swished it around like mouthwash, letting it coat every nook and cranny. He watched as her orgasm carried on, even with his tongue no longer lavishing her marehood, his continued torment of her teats drew out her longest climax yet. Rarity was still panting heavily and screaming as Spike pulled sharply upwards on each nipple, stretching them out painfully. The poor unicorn couldn't stop her convulsing cunt from winking and squirting, another small trickle of fluid bubbling out of her. It was clear that her body loved having her firm, heavy mounds abused. Without so much as a warning, Spike let go, letting the nipples snap back down violently into place, causing one last fluid-less wink from the spent marehood.

With his mouth full and Rarity still semi-conscious, Spike went about untying the restraints along with removing the magic nullifier from her horn and gag from her muzzle, finally releasing the fashionista from her spread-eagled prison. Stood there for a moment watching with pleased smugness, enjoying the look of absolute destruction he'd brought upon his pet. Her mouth hung wide open, tongue lolled out to the side, her eyes still hadn't come back from the safety of inside Rarity's skull. The mare's chest heaved up and down, raggedly breathing through her nostrils the best she could as her body trembled, aftershock tremors of pleasure still rattling her body.

Carefully and with ease, Spike picked up Rarity, positioning her closer to the end of her bed, rotating her so her head and neck were nearly ready to fall off the end of the bed while Rarity's mouth still hung open. He leaned down and lined his mouth up with hers. Reluctantly, he cracked open his mouth, allowing his tightly sealed reservoir of marecum to pour out and into Rarity's vacant maw. The stream trickled down Rarity's throat and into her stomach, unaware she was drinking her own discharge. Seconds passed as Rarity swallowed and swallowed, her body still on autopilot while recovering from her intense climax. Spike's mouth was nearly empty when Rarity began retching and coughing, trying to catch her breath. Some of her fluid got caught in her airway, quickly jolting Rarity back to a more lucid yet weary state.

Spike closed his mouth and gulped down the small amount of liquid marejuice remaining. He looked down to see an irritated gaze from Rarity, He snickered, “What? You didn't like it? Must be an acquired taste.” With her coughing fit finished, Spike positioned his thick, barbed, and pointed meat-spear into the entrance of Rarity's muzzle. “Don't worry, pet, it's now time for your breakfast.” Rarity's jaw stretched wide to welcome in his rod, a nonsensical reply was muffled from Spike pushing his length a few inches further, filling her mouth. Spike stood there, keeping his dick steadily plugged inside Rarity's vocal orifice, he let her tongue go to work as he mused allowed to his pet. “You know... I've been thinking.” Spike reached out and grabbed the mare's teats once again, this time lightly playing with them. “I want you to get these pierced.” Rarity moaned and screamed as he playfully pinched and twisted her sensitive nipples, the vibrations pleasantly reverberated through his cock. “Nipple piercings are pretty hot... and it will make it more fun for me to play with these wonderful puppies.” He gave her crotchboobs a squeeze. “Plus, think of all the fun you'll have making them fashionable.” Spike continued to play and knead Rarity's tits, forcing more muffled moans to vibrate into his cock. He moved his hips forward, pushing his dragonhood deeper into her muzzle, inches disappearing as he started to fill her throat.

Rarity laid there and just let herself be slowly face-fucked by Spike, her neck and esophagus strained to fit his girth, making a wonderfully obscene bulge for the dragon to gawk at as he slowly impaled the unicorn's airway. Before long, he had hilted himself completely in her throat, turning the mare's once muffled moans and screams into a soundless, extremely pleasant vibration that ran up along his full length. It was a good compliment to the vice-like tightness and expert-level massage Spike was experiencing as the fashionista's esophagus tried to swallow him whole, her walls convulsing along every barb and vein his cock had to offer.

Looking down to see himself sheathed to the base, Spike grinned. “Good girl, Rarity! You really did take care of your gag-reflex.” He said, rubbing her stomach like a dog. “Such a good little slut.” He carried on standing there, his heavy, spunk-filled nutsack sitting firmly on Rarity's nose. Every inhale she took was filled with the thick and heady scented musk of his balls, its aroma lightly fogged the mind of the alabaster unicorn, leaving her in a state of cock-drunk giddiness.

Spike could feel the pressure in his stomach and groin starting to build The pleasure of Rarity's tight, wet muzzle wrapped around his length constantly washed across his body. With a grunt, He started to easily thrust, his eyes focused on the vivid silhouette of his dick on her neck. He watched closely as the outline and bulge disappeared and reappeared, synchronized with his thrusts. With each thrust, Spike went harder, each consecutive time he bottomed out, his hefty balls slapped loud and violently against her face—potentially concussing the poor mare.

Spike's body was covered in a thin sheen of sweat glistening off his purple and green scales. A few minutes of vigorous face fucking had really gotten his heart rate up. He was panting slightly now, small puffs of green smoke wafted out of his nostrils with each exhale.

Rarity was a mess of her own, her face was messily splattered with her saliva from the constant forceful thrusts of Spike. At this point, she was a blissed-out, mind-blanked fuckhole. Her brain had shut down for the second time this morning, mere minutes ago. Spike hadn't stopped absentmindedly playing with her teats. Not noticing the constant gushing flowing from her marehood down onto her bedsheets, Rarity had been forced to endure another body melting climax. The only pieces of sanity that hadn't dripped out of her were just enough to keep her pleasing Spike's rod as he pummeled her throat.

Spike could feel himself reaching his limit, the pressure finally becoming too much to suppress, the pleasure from one final harsh thrust sent him over the edge. He felt his balls clench tightly together into his sack as he watched the outline of his cock pulse. Spurt after spurt of warm, sticky, foal-fluid deposited itself into Rarity's empty, cum-craving stomach. Spike let out a pleased groan, his balls emptying themselves into the poor mare, her flat stomach slowly bloated into a noticeable, round bump. After what felt like was nearly a gallon of his spunk, his flow tapered off, he pulled himself free of her mouth with a wet pop, the final weak spurt from his tip hitting the mare's forehead and mane.

Spike stepped back and evaluated his work. Another one of his mares was incapacitated, he shook his head in disappointment. He had hoped to play with Rarity a bit more, but he supposed that he could schedule another visit with her anytime, after all, she couldn't get enough of the dragon it seemed.

“Well, Rarity... Try not to forget about what we talked about this morning... Otherwise, hope you have a great day.” Spike said cheerfully. Knowing full well that the poor mare didn't hear or comprehend what he had just said. He just wanted to be polite though.

Not expecting a response, Spike turned and left, closing the door behind him, leaving Rarity laying in a lake of her own juices.

The smell of sex would probably never leave that room now.

With not much else planned for the day, Spike decided he'd take the rest of the day to be lazy. He felt like he had earned it after the past few days.

Author's Note

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