New Model
Inside the extravagant Carousel Boutique Spike curled up in the soft linens of Rarity’s bed, clutching the soft, embroidered pillow in his claws as he gently breathed in the scent of his lover and future wife. Spike felt like he could stay in that bed forever. Naps were always important to the dragon and this one was no exception. The softness of the covers combined with the sweet fragrance of his fiancee had him floating in a sea of relaxation.
However, a certain voice from downstairs derailed that for him. “Spike darling, can you come down here? I just finished some new designs for you.” Rarity called out.
Spike slowly moved his naked, swollen body to the edge of the bed before getting up into a sitting position. This caused his heavily-swollen belly to settle into his lap and the occupant inside to give a kick of annoyance.
Spike rubbed at the spot where his lime-green scales pushed out, trying to soothe the foal inside that he has carried for eight months now and will continue to carry for another three. Ever since Rarity and he found out they were going to be parents she had cared for him and was beside him every step of the way, from morning sickness to cravings for gems and daffodils to mood swings to making sure he had fashionable clothes as his belly, and body, grew to support the precious bundle inside.
His once lanky body now sported a pair of thick legs and wide, soft hips with an equally wide and fat rear and extra fat thighs. Rarity once said he now has “the rear of a schoolfilly” before slapping it teasingly and ending in a night of raucous lovemaking.
Despite Spike's foal weight making his chest softer, the obstetrician confirmed that he would not be able to nurse. While the knowledge that he could not nurse did make Spike sad, Rarity assured him that he was already doing so much for them and that she would do her part when the foal arrived. Shortly afterward she began stocking up on potions from Zecora that the zebra assured would cause Rarity to lactate. The rest of his green and purple body that wasn't fattened up considerably still had a layer of foal fat coating it, giving him a very motherly shape and one that Rarity could not stop fawning over.
“Come on little one, your mom wants us downstairs.” Spike smiled at his dome of a belly as the foal inside gave a kick of agreement before he slowly hefted his prodigious body up and left the bedroom, making his way to the stairwell and slowly plodding his way down the stairs. Spike kept one hand on the handrail and the other on his stomach, gently rubbing his swell as he descended. He thanked Celestia his body seemed to know exactly what to do as his pregnancy progressed as his fat rear and thighs, along with his thick tail, helped him maintain his center of balance as his front expanded. His wing muscles also seemed to have gotten stronger, most likely to compensate for his heavier weight, though he stopped flying last week as even short flights with Smolder often left him exhausted.
Spike finally stepped off the stairs and waddled to the main area of the store, stopping when he laid his eyes upon his marefriend.
Even now, after all these years, her appearance still captured his heart as it did the day he first met her. Her alabaster coat was radiant from the overhead lights of the store and her mane and tail was still a brilliant shade of indigo as it was the day they met. The mare was busy putting the finishing touches on a cowl neck sweater dress, her unicorn magic holding the fabric as her delicate and swift fingers threaded the needle.
Like Spike, Rarity was also naked as she often did not want to get distracted by what she was wearing and if she sweat from her hard work her clothes would be safe. This often lead Spike to get a good view of her voluptuous body, from her shapely and luscious DD-cup breasts to her flat abdomen and her tight, but somehow also large, rear and ending with her toned legs. Of course, it also gave him a view of the thick length that hung heavily between her legs and the apple-sized balls that led him to his current condition. He was a bit surprised at first when he saw her naked for the first time and found out she was a dickmare but since dickmares are just as common in Ponyville as he quickly got over it. The night they finally went all the way and she pushed into his plump rear was the night a whole new world of pleasure made itself known to him as well as a certain miracle they discovered later.
Rarity looked up after pulling her last stitch tight and saw her favorite drake standing at the base of the stairs. She smiled and made her way to Spike, hugging him once she got to him. Spike reciprocated into the hug, though since she was taller than him his head between wedged between her breasts, not that he minded. And the feeling of his swollen stomach fitting perfectly against her flat abdomen was the best. Rarity pulled back from the hug, her hands on his shoulders, and leaned down to capture his lips in a gentle kiss. Time seemed to stop as their lips embraced each other in a display of love and tenderness and the world melted away to a white nothing around them. Only after their lips parted did they return back to reality.
“How are you darling? How was your nap? I hope our daughter didn’t keep you up.” Rarity peppered him with questions as she reached down and cupped her hand over the gentle swell of his stomach, feeling the heat radiating off it from their daughter incubating inside.
“I’m fine Rarity. I had a good nap. And our daughter was just as sleepy as I was.” Spike smiled and placed his hand over hers, both of them sharing in the tender moment of closeness before their daughter gave a big thump against their stacked hands.
“I think she doesn’t want to be left out,” Rarity said chuckling.
The humanoid horse made her way with Spike in tow to the rack of clothes she had designed and made specifically for him. She pulled a top and stretchy shorts for him to model. The top shoulderless and a deep violet with a black skull and crossbones on the front. It even had holes in the back for his wings to fit through. It gave off a punk, sassy vibe and Spike loved it. The shorts were a sheer black with violet stitching. They seemed to be made of a stretchy material and had a large hole in the back for his thick tail.
“Now put these on and let’s see how they fit you two,” Rarity said as she patted his fecundity. Spike smiled and nodded.
The top was easy enough to put on, though he did need Rarity’s help so his wings could fit through the holes in the back. The material felt soft and light against his scales, with extra room in the front to cover his expanded stomach. The shorts were harder than the top, especially since he couldn’t see or bend down past his foal belly. Luckily Rarity was there to slide them up this chunky thighs, though she did give his big rump a squeeze before sliding his tail through the hole in the back. Spike squeaked a bit in surprise at the butt squeeze and turned his head back, giving Rarity a smirk.
“Do you like what you see back there?” he said with a mischievous tone in his voice.
“How could I not darling? Your rear is positively divine. It’s so soft and luscious with the right about of bounciness. I know mares that would kill to have a backside like yours.” Rarity replied before giving his butt another squeeze. “Now give me some poses and tell me how they feel”. Spike nodded and made his way to the modeling area of the store, standing on the raised platform as the studio lights were cast on him and his figure was reflected in the three way mirror behind him. Then he began to pose, mimicking the stances and positions he saw other models do when Rarity debuted her fashion lines.
While Spike was posing Rarity got out her camera and took several pictures, both for study and to treasure. After a couple of minutes of posing in professional and more salacious positions Spike stopped and sat down on the edge of the stage.
“How was that?” he asked.
“That was exceptional darling. You were a natural. Maybe I should have you model a maternity line I’ve been playing around with.” she said. Spike laughed. “How do the clothes feel? Do they feel good? Do they fit your body?” she asked him. He nodded.
“They feel great. The top feels light on my scales and the shorts feel snug but not in a tight way. It feels like they expand and compress to fit my thighs and butt perfectly.” he said with a smile while turning around and giving his fiancee a clear view of his big behind.
Suddenly a flood of lewd images and scenarios filled Rarity’s mind at the sight of her husband’s generous rear but she pushed them aside, reminding herself that while some of those scenarios would be fulfilled later tonight, for now what mattered was making sure he liked the clothes she made for him.
“That’s wonderful to hear. Now let’s get you into the next outfit,” she said before walking over and helping him out of his new clothes.
The next two hours flew by as Rarity showed him a new article of clothing she made for him and Spike would try it on and pose, giving her advice at the end. Spike tried on the sweater dress he saw earlier which flowed over his body and gave him quite the cozy feeling. The crop top and yoga pants he tried on after fitted perfectly around his body and showed off his belly. They would be perfect for the couple’s yoga classes Rarity had recently signed them up for. One after another, Spike modeled outfit after outfit.
Soon the outfits turned from casual and something that could easily be seen in public to those that could not, from a schoolfilly outfit to even a bikini. The last outfit was a black and white Prench maid dress, complete with stocking and white lace headpiece.
“Rarity, I don’t think I can wear this in public.” Spike blushed as Rarity continued to take pictures.
“Oh Spike silly, it’s not to wear outside,” she said in a sultry voice. It was then that Spike noticed the length between her legs had swollen to an impressive 10 inches, jutting proudly in the air and pointing right at the pregnant dragon.
Rarity put the camera down and sauntered over to her Spikey Wikey, wrapping her arms around him and pressing him against her body. The blunt head of her horsecock dribble pre onto the apron portion of the dress, staining it. “In fact, I don’t think you’ll be wearing that outfit for much longer.” Spike gave a mischievous smile as he looked up into her eyes. Looks like his body would be the next thing he would model for his dear Rarity.
