Spike was awakened by a rather rude sharp sensation right in his face and grunted, although he lay inert for a few seconds longer before a second, lighter nudge that forced his eyes open.

‘Ah!’ he whispered, keeping as quiet as possible so as not to wake up his wife, before realising she was the source of his discomfort. Rarity had wriggled up his arm in her slumber and her unicorn horn had taken to probing the inner depths of his snout while she drooled and snored daintily on his shoulder. He sat up a little, lifting the arm wrapped around her waist to gently slap the top of her flank. ‘Rarity,’ he muttered, ‘You’re poking me.’

‘Snozz.. mugwabluzzuh,’ responded Rarity, following up with a little sigh and a slightly tighter hold on her husband’s chest. Absolutely adorable, he thought, but nonetheless she didn’t move and that tighter grip had only made her horn begin to encroach upon Spike’s eyeball.

‘Rarity!’ Spike shook his arm to separate the two of them, and Rarity woke up entirely as he jostled her aside.

‘Unhwubluz… Spikey? What are you…?’

‘Sorry. You were up my nose,’ said Spike. The two of them repositioned in their bed to face each other, Rarity hogging the sheets wrapped around her lower half.

‘Oh… so sorry, darling…’ said Rarity, her crusty but widening blue eyes reflecting the green candlelight filtering through the curtain surrounding their bed. ‘Ooh… what time is it…?’

Spike’s expression relaxed, and he gazed into those sapphire eyes. The pain in his face faded and he felt peaceful, as he did whenever he looked at Rarity like that, but tired, too. ‘I dunno,’ he said, ‘But I’m feeling pretty exhausted still. It definitely hasn’t been a full night just yet.’

Rarity giggled and extended a hoof to pet his face where she’d prodded, and she inched a little closer, partly discarding the sheet. ‘Well, I’m hardly surprised, dear,’ she murmured, ‘After the going-over you gave me earlier you must be positively pooped!’

Spike smiled and exhaled, growling involuntarily as he did so. ‘Something like that, sure. But you know, I regret nothing,’ he drawled.

Rarity lay there idly and retracted her hoof to her mouth, her untempered mane flowing away from behind her ears as she spoke, a horny smirk on her face. ‘We must have fallen asleep together straight after, you know. I certainly didn’t shower afterwards, anyway…’

She moved in closer to Spike, the sheet covering her butt falling away entirely to expose her tail, and smooched his neck, her upper teeth making contact with his skin for a split-second and her lower lip lingering on his scales a moment longer. ‘And you know,’ she whispered, ‘That’s when all the stuff you stuffed into me comes back out. Without that, the sheets will need changing later. I’m all sloppy down there, you naughty naughty boy…’

She kissed his neck for longer and shifted her legs, feeling her inner thighs slip together from the warm dragon sperm slowly oozing out of her hindquarters, then moved upwards so her face was right in his. Their eyes met, but her horn rested upon the frills on his scalp instead of the more sensitive regions it had collided with prior.

Spike inhaled, his breath a little jagged – hearing Rarity talk dirty like that pushed his buttons in the best way. He extended a claw and, navigating it beneath the mop of curly purple and silver spilled atop it, caressed Rarity’s neck, starting from behind her twitchy little ear down to her shoulder blades. She shivered, whined and closed her eyes with a hungry aspect upon her brow while he used his other arm to embrace her, pulling her belly flush to his, his re-erected cock pressed hard between their bodies. ‘Ooh, Spike,’ she moaned into his ear, ‘This is so nice, so beautiful, just this… ooh, you’re divine…’

Spike buried his face into her silky, if a little matted mane, inhaling its intermingled scents of l’eau de toilette and the sweet mare sweat that permeated both her body and the sheets she’d been sleeping under. ‘Oh Rarity,’ he sighed, ‘God, I love you…’

‘Spikey-Wikey…’

‘Rare… Rarey-warey…’ Spike whispered, closing his eyes. They kissed, then kissed again, and again. Spike’s long forked tongue tickled the fore of Rarity’s gullet while her teeth clicked against his front fangs as she, her pony tongue not half as long, attempted to reciprocate, the two of them intermittently and spittily coming up for air.

They continued to snuggle and smooch like that for a while, neither of them keeping track of time’s passing, and would probably have continued until sleep overcame one or both of them if Spike hadn’t decided to take action. That boner wasn’t going down any, and he didn’t want to waste it. He was still rather tired and not feeling up to another deep dicking, but there was more than one way to plough a furrow. He stopped kissing her, and she panted for a moment as he withdrew. ‘Rarity… mind if I, your horn?’ he asked.

‘Do it,’ moaned Rarity, her voice cracking a bit, ‘Blow my mind, you sexy beast.’

‘Oh, I intend to.’ He raised his face to her forehead and eyed her horn, which had started to glow ever-so-slightly blue, then retracted the claw that had been fondling her back and placed it around her horn’s base, brushing back the strands of her mane that had come to dangle over her face. He gave her brow the lightest of squeezes as he moved in on it, mandible slackened and tongue out. She yelped as he licked her horn, just a flick at first before he wrapped his tongue around it twice, then took its entirety into his maw. The unicorn magic she was channeling into it made it sensitive for her and tingly to him, which could be a little numbing for prolonged periods but was perfectly fine with the application of a little saliva, and to that end Spike produced a lot more than needed to lubricate it. Even as he kept his lips tight around the horn a gob of dragon drool dribbled down from his throat to her horn and down her cheek, and judging from the gasp as it splashed down, she did not dislike that.

Spike cradled Rarity between his chest and armpit like a foal, his other arm resting his bicep underneath the dock of her tail and lifting her upwards as he continued suckling on her horn, gently at first but slowly getting more and more intense, and she whimpered and squirmed in his arms and called his name as he tickled its tip with the rough back part of his tongue. Her horn’s contours nestled neatly in its cleft as he sucked on it harder, massaged it with his tongue harder, messily slurped on it harder, his fangs raking over and gnawing at it ever-so-slightly…

He kept doing that for a while longer, deeply relishing the thought of the exquisite pleasure he was inflicting upon the quivering mare in his arms. After who-knew-how-long Rarity said her first coherent words besides “Spikey-Wikey!” for a short while. ‘Harder, darling! Please!’ she cried, to Spike’s slight chagrin – he was trying his hardest. She was definitely getting close, though, and it was time to get her off properly.

Spike redoubled his efforts, speeding up the sucking and licking while pushing his gorge up his neck closer to the fore of his throat – Spike had a reptile’s neck, after all – forcing the top half of Rarity’s horn into its depths. Her protrusion was properly inside his body, not just his mouth, now, and she responded to his inner heat as he would with her doing similar with his dick inside her – her cries and shivers and stretches intensified and he could definitely feel perspiration through her fur. He clasped her body to his own as hard as he could, gripping her belly with one hand and moving the other behind her ears, and began to stroke and scritch the back of her head just posterior to them both. She gritted her teeth in the aching desire flowing through every bit of her body, about to overflow, about to trigger her critical moment…

And there it went. Rarity’s back arched and her tummy convulsed against Spike’s claw for a second and his eyes widened as he felt an ethereal pumping, exploding pressure blast into his mouth as she came with a drawn-out squeal, her body glistening in the candlelight from the sweat dripping off her. He held her tightly by the head and chest and dug his claws in a little in an effort to stabilise her writhing, slippery form.

With one final slurp he released her horn from his mouth with a thick saliva strand after the magical sensation subsided a bit, then nuzzled her neck with his snout as she moaned and moaned, those moans subsiding into heavy breathing as her orgasm loosened its grip on her. ‘Aw, Rarity… I love you…’ he whispered into one of her ears as he stroked it tenderly.

When she opened her eyes again, Rarity looked up right into Spike’s with a pert little smile, and she raised both her hooves to her chest. ‘Oh, Spikey,’ she said, fluttering her eyelashes, ‘I love you too, Spikey-Wikey… ooh, that was simply fabulous…’ Spike looked back into her eyes – yesterday’s eyeshadow and mascara were running a little, mainly from the eye that had taken the drool cascade earlier – and felt a pure flush of love flood into his heart, and he was sure he was blushing deeply. He couldn’t tell under the dim green light but it wasn’t a stretch to imagine Rarity’s cheeks hadn’t turned pink from stimulation, too.

Once she’d regained her composure Rarity flipped over and straddled Spike’s chest, and they lay together and cuddled for a short while, each muttering loving sweet nothings to the other. She swished her tail gently against the soft underside of Spike’s own tail, and his fat pink member, which she was sure was fit to burst. She didn’t intend to ignore that. Likely it would issue a diminishing return following their lovemaking last night, but that might be preferable right now, she thought – while it could be great fun at the end of a stressful day, she wasn’t in the mood in the dead of night for the misbehaviour it was wont to wreak upon her face, inside and out, when Spike was pent up.

As Spike ran his claws through her grey streak and against her neck for the umpteenth time, Rarity grabbed Spike’s sides and flashed him the same wicked smirk she’d obviously enticed him with earlier. ‘Spi~ke,’ she rolled his name around her mouth for a few seconds, ‘You’re still diamond-hard down there, darling, I couldn’t help noticing. Doesn’t it hurt?’

Spike returned her smile and flicked his tongue across his front fangs, then inhaled in faux-contemplation. ‘Oh, ever so much, my love. You know, if I don’t get some relief soon… bad things could happen to my, um, humours…’

Rarity inched downward from Spike’s chest to his stomach, still fixating his gaze with hers. ‘Well, that just won’t do, will it? An imbalance of the four humours, as they say,’ she paused for a second, ‘Which one is cum anyway, do you know?’

‘Good question,’ said Spike, thinking on it for a moment, ‘Phlegm, I suppose? Process of elimination guess.’

‘Must be,’ Rarity responded, ‘I suppose it is essentially snot. At any rate, an imbalance of the humours can wreak havoc upon your wellbeing, and as your wife it is my duty to see to it at once! I can’t bear to see the one I love so swollen and ill, it’s simply torture to behold!’

Spike chuckled, and reached a claw down to stroke her cheek. ‘Well, I was going to just live with the pain, but if you say it’s your duty, I’ll help you, uh, let it out. For the sake of my health.’

Rarity bit her lip and grinned mischievously. ‘Oh, you’ll be right as rain after this, Spikey. I guarantee it.’

Spike sat up, propped up on the bed by a couple of pillows, and without another word she slinked down to the base of Spike’s hairless green balls and beheld his dick in all its abject lewdness. It was a great big, ridged on its sides, flesh column with a protruding, red squiggly vein streaking upward and a bulging septum on its underside that was decorated up to the currently-unretracted, tapered foreskin with little frills not unlike the ones running from his head to his tail, but softer. By pony standards it was quite large, although her understanding was that it was only a little bigger than average for a dragon of Spike’s stature, not that she’d know personally. She was rather fond of it, regardless of its length – it was quite thick, and those soft little frills tickled her insides every time like delicate kisses, to say nothing of the delicious extra friction its ridges caused. Then there were the unique qualities of dragon semen. She licked her lips in anticipation as the thought crossed her mind.

Rarity’s thoughts must have lingered on its form and function a little overlong, because Spike said, ‘Enjoying the view down there?’ He reached down to her and once again ran his claw through her mane and down the side of her head. She couldn’t help but shiver at his touch, even after he’d petted her so much already it was an intense feeling.

She just about kept her head. ‘Mmmh… patience, dear. Don’t rush an artiste,’ she sighed, and leaned into Spike’s caress for a moment before getting down to tacks. ‘Now, then…’

With several audible gulps Rarity forced a gobful of saliva into her mouth and readied it for a widespread application, while simultaneously unsheathing his glans from his foreskin with her magic with two swift motions. She put one hoof on his mons pubis and pushed on it gently as she slurped her tongue upwards from his balls to moisten the length of his shaft, and used her other hoof to bat lightly at the underside of them. Spike leaned back and grunted, and his cock twitched against her tongue as she attended to its needs.

He spread his legs akimbo and unfolded his wings from behind his back somewhat as he melted under Rarity's care, his repositioning allowing her to mount the underside of his tail as she lapped at where the balls joined the shaft, while using her magic to rhythmically squeeze at the bottom of the bulbous tip. She closed her eyes and slowly traveled upwards, licking all the way as her mouth approached that tip, those little frills sweeping the cleft of her tongue, moving her hoof from the balls to bend it towards her cheek until she was rubbing it on her face, her chin likewise rubbing one side of his ballsack. She hefted herself upwards a little more besides until she was truly level with the tip, shifted the shaft back onto Spike’s belly, then ever-so-gently supped of, then kissed, the urethra hole, which was glistening with a bead and trickle of pre-cum. Not satisfied with that, she kissed it a few more times, then licked it more deeply, humming into it as she did so. Spike stretched back, reacting with a low, protracted moan that reverberated from the pit of his stomach, causing an involuntary quiver that shook his abdomen strongly enough for Rarity to need to steady herself for a second.

She stopped for a moment to get his attention, gazing up at him with a broad smile. He was leaned back, his broad chest rising and falling exaggeratedly, but he was still looking down to her with an erotic, slack-jawed expression. It was cute to her how helpless he looked just from a little licking, but she supposed she wasn’t one to judge after how wild he’d sent her with all that horn sucking not so long ago. ‘Alright, darling… I think I’m ready to begin the letting procedure, so to speak,’ she said.

‘Sweet Celestia, don’t stop… I don’t think I’m gonna last long, Rare. Fair warning,’ Spike croaked.

‘I’ll go easy on you, not to worry. I’d prefer to savour this…’ Rarity purred. Then she puckered her teeth into her lips, and got to work in earnest.

One hoof placed on each of Spike’s inner thighs, she slackened her jaw and carefully positioned her mouth over his glans, allowing it in until the urethra brushed against the roof of her mouth and her tongue wrapped around the lower portion of the rest of what was inside – a little more than half altogether so far. Once that was nice and snug she started to roll her lips around it in repeated, fish mouth-like motions, and let another hum loose onto the member, which was definitely growing just a tad larger and heating up the more she stimulated it. Spike groaned again and reached down with one shivering claw to stroke her cheek and behind her ear, brushing back strands of her mane that were admittedly a little in the way in the process.

His dick twitched more strongly than before as she halted the popping mouth movements and bobbed her head inwards a little. She knew she could take all of Spike’s cock, she was practised at it as a matter of fact, but like she’d said, she’d rather take it slow lest the show ended too quickly. For the moment she just took in another inch, but more was definitely to come as she slid it in, out a little, in a little more than that. She kept doing that for a while, and his dick bent around inside her mouth as she took more and more in, her cheeks puffing out and sucking in as she toyed with it. Before too long its head was nestling comfortably at the base of her tongue.

She looked up at Spike again; he had an intense look on his face that hadn’t been there earlier, but it was tilted back and this time, her view was framed by the arms attached to the claws that were cradling each side of her head. Spike looked down at her; her ass and tail were up in the air and her pert lips were wrapped around his dick most of the way to its base, while her shimmering, determined blue eyes were at once soothing and piercing to look into. ‘Rarity, baby, you look lovely… absolutely gorgeous…’ he panted, raking his claw over her brow and through her mane yet again.

Rarity hummed into his erection with personal pride and the erotic pleasure his claws brought her before taking a deep breath that flared her nostrils for a moment, placing both hooves onto his lower stomach and using a light bit of magical oscillation to stimulate his balls one last time before going in for her final attack, pushing that last bit of dragon meat into her mouth. The cock head shunted itself solidly into the top of her gullet and drove inward further besides, and another piquant moan accompanied by the creak of his head pushing back against the bed’s headboard made clear that Spike had felt that. ‘Oh… ohh… Rarity, Rarity!’ he cried as she started to suck hard on his member, getting it all the way in, all the way down, threatening, no, promising, to get his balls in there too. He couldn’t help grabbing the sides of her head harder as she chugged at the shaft with her throat for a moment. Eventually she needed to breathe again, though, and she spat the lowest couple of inches out for a minute and slid her mouth up and down the rest, before plopping the whole thing back in again.

Spike’s breathing became more and more strained as Rarity worked her magic, until things reached their inevitable conclusion. ‘Rarity, I’m going to– oh god!’ he tried to warn her after she’d plopped it out and in a second time, but it just wasn’t enough notice – right as she registered his warning, his cock bucked and twisted around violently inside her mouth and squirted a jet of hot dragon cum right into her throat, and she could only respond with a frantic “GRRRMMHHH!!!” that emanated right into Spike’s core. As she grappled with it, her hooves gripping his waist and her gorge expanding and contracting, she felt his semen crackle with magical embers that were swiftly doused by her phlegm and spit. It backwashed after a couple of seconds back into her mouth, and she pursed her lips as tight as she could around the throbbing shaft to retain as much as possible while sliding her lips up and down. Her eyes rolled backwards as she held on for dear life and for his part, Spike just about had the wherewithal to hold tightly onto her forehead, his thumb and forefinger around her horn much like when he’d sucked it before.

Spike’s nut lasted about ten seconds, a lengthy ten seconds – his cock spasmed like crazy for the duration and his balls seemed ripe to implode from the millions of little Spikes they’d produced all gushing out, and they gushed out with force. By the end she had to let some of it out to release the pressure on her bloating cheeks, and she gasped and groaned as it discharged back onto the magnificent dick and balls that had made it. It dribbled down his ass crack and pooled onto his thighs and tail, and it dripped down her jaw. At least none of it had exited through her nostrils this time, she reflected.

He’d left her with a good amount of it still in her mouth and throat. She didn’t even put on a show of swallowing it – before lifting herself back up she downed it in two gulps, purely for her own satisfaction. It was like drinking a hot broth on an icy winter day. She’d acquired the taste long ago while they were still dating back in Ponyville, and it tasted like amber and pearl looked. It’d keep her tummy nice and warm for a while, too, much like the spume that had dashed against the depths of her womb had before bedtime…

She wiped her mouth as she rose to look at her love, unsurprised to see he was now laid flat on the bed, almost sunken into the mattress, looking painedly vulnerable and still breathing heavily through his open, slightly-smoking mouth as his now-flaccid dick dribbed its last few pearls. He’d spread his wings fully as he’d climaxed and his tongue was lolling out from his lower jaw. She wriggled back into bed properly, nudging one wing away to make some room, and cuddled him from the side, kissing his chin from below. He wrapped an arm around her back and shoulders. ‘All better, dear?’ she cooed.

‘Uuuuuuggghhhh…’ Spike groaned, turning his head to the side. Smiling, Rarity inched upward and booped his snout with her muzzle before he spoke. ‘Consider me drained, Rarity. God, I’m the luckiest dragon alive. That… was perfect.’

‘No lie, you surprised me with all that, Spikey-Wikey,’ Rarity murmured, rubbing her forehead against Spike’s chin affectionately, ‘I was certain it would be a gentle, babbling brook at most, not another raging torrent. How do you do it?’

Spike chuckled and petted Rarity on the small of her back, brushed her hair back with his other claw and kissed behind her ear. ‘Guess my dragon energy wasn’t all spent,’ he said, ‘And you’re the sexiest creature on the planet. I can’t help but give you everything I’ve got every time.’

Rarity dimpled and squeaked softly in affirmation at that compliment. Spike continued combing her mane with his claw, grooming the hair growing from her neck. He squeezed Rarity a little, just enough to shift her stomach, and she burped for an entire second. ‘Aw, sick… you drank it, didn’t you?’

She giggled in embarrassment. ‘I couldn’t very well just spit that much onto the floor, could I? Besides, it keeps me nice and warm.’

Spike kissed her noggin, his drooping tongue tickling her as he did it. ‘If I wasn’t so beat, I’d suck all that seed back outta your pussy, I swear…’

‘I mean, I suppose it has been in there for a while…’ said Rarity.

Spike rubbed his snout against Rarity’s head for a few seconds, averting his gaze upwards. ‘Oh, the hell with it,’ he said after some thought.

‘With what– oooooop!’ Rarity squealed as Spike sat and suddenly lifted her up onto his chest, ‘Spikey-Wikey!’

‘I’m doing it, Rare. Prepare to be eaten!’ he growled.

‘Oh, you beast!’ she cried jokingly, as she let him flip her over. She got another eyeful of the knob she’d just slobbed as Spike put her hindquarters level with his face, and inspected her genitals. She inhaled sharply and bit her lip as he put one claw on a buttock, fingers placed slackly around her tail, and the other around her pussy, and bit harder as he fingered the outside of her labia ever-so-slightly. Her tail swished and coiled around the frills on Spike’s head as he proceeded to play with her body.

Spike marvelled up close at Rarity’s pussy. The whole thing was glistening wet and wide open, undulating as if it were breathing, the pink inner cushion of her vagina decorated on the outside by delicate but puffy purple lips set with her erect clitoris as their keystone at its usual top, currently the bottom of his view given their current positions. The ooze she’d boasted of was actually not very viscous, although a blob of pinkish-white was trickling out, a little frothy but otherwise gelatinous.

He had to taste her. He pulled her right close to his snout before sticking out his tongue, and Rarity ground her head against his pelvis as he ran the rough of it against her slit. He repositioned his claws so the thumb of each gently parted each side of her quivering pussy lips, while the rest of them tugged at the sides of the small, yielding mounds of her teats a little further up her abdomen. At first he merely licked off the creamy frosting that permeated them – this wasn’t the first time he had taken his own semen back into his body, something he took a slightly narcissistic glee from doing – but before long he felt compelled to dig deeper, his forked tongue snaking into her canal, forcing its way through the slimy, gripping inner flesh that clung and puckered onto it if he paused even a little. Rarity’s pussy was fairly deep given her overall size after years of taking the heft of Spike’s member, but his tongue was no slouch in that department either, and that long tongue eventually came to a stop as he brushed against her cervix, the fork tickling that while he brushed the rough back of his invading tongue against the underside of her clit.

As he did that Rarity’s gasping progressively became a ticklish giggle, which became a breathy, halting moan, that slowly evolved into a passionate keen. Her tail constricted against his head, her legs around the back of his neck, and her front hooves reached towards his cock and balls. She rolled her head against his lower belly harder, her hair spilling off his hips onto the bed, and he lapped the forked tip of his tongue against the opening of her womb while kissing her aching pubis. He felt her tummy contract against his upper chest, and her hips shook as he petted her breasts and began to quaff deeply of the concoction of her own pussy juices and his sperm she had been brewing these past hours. It tasted like fine wine and salmon, in his opinion.

She straight-up wailed with desire as he evacuated her most private parts of their semi-liquid payload, bringing his gorge to the fore as he had while working her horn and widening his jaw, his fangs biting into her skin ever so slightly as the roof of his mouth sucked against her clitoris, just enough bite to create a piquancy to accompany the roaring pleasure plainly electrifying Rarity’s frame. At first he extracted the cum from her vagina, which didn’t take more than a minute; before long he began to mine more deeply than that, attempting to coax some out of the cul-de-sac beyond the door with some success. He squeezed her breasts some more and, as he got in there as tightly as he could, realised his snout was pressed against the dock of her swishing tail as well as the fragrant butthole not far beneath that. It actually smelled quite nice, all things considered, for a dirty stable.

He fondled her breasts’ erected teats and slurped up more of her fluids over and over for a short while until Rarity cried out, ‘Sp, Sp, Spiiii-hh-ii-iiike, I’m, I’m going to–~~ooooh!’ Spike took that as his cue to grip her by both cutie marks, pressing her round bottom to his maw as hard as he could, ravaging her insides with the last bit of his remaining energy. It didn’t take long before Rarity came, what felt like every muscle in her lower torso clenching down on his face as she screamed, shortly and just twice, before high-pitched, almost-sobbing whining accompanied the wild pulsating that racked her entire guts. Her back arched again, this time shoving her entire backside right into Spike quite hard. He feared for his oral safety during the most intense portion of her orgasm for just a moment – first for his front fangs bearing the brunt of that, and having his tongue, still ensconced deep in there, torn off by his wife’s pussy wasn’t the sexiest thought. Rarity was grinding her head ear-first into the cushion of Spike’s lower gut for the duration, her vibrating horn neatly frotting against her husband’s quarter-mast cock – despite having just come and that somewhat concerning thought, how could he not be at least a little aroused from this?

In time her come subsided, and she dropped her full weight onto Spike as she relaxed. He held her by the waist to make sure she didn’t fall off. ‘Oh, oh, Spike, oh, ohhh, Spike, oh,’ she babbled, panting and obviously still a little dotty from that experience. He could feel her lungs inflate and deflate and her racing heart thumping against his stomach. Spike tenderly kissed her on her soft, twitching labia one final time before pushing her forward a little so he could breathe clear air again, and let her regain her senses.

He idly wiped a dribble from his lower mandible, and Rarity’s breathing returned to normal, but she didn’t move a muscle. ‘You alright, Rarity?’ Spike asked, stroking her on one side.

She meeped and wriggled out of his grasp and rolled onto the bed, then upended herself a hundred-eighty degrees before glomming herself back to his side. ‘Hold me,’ she whispered. Spike obeyed, lying on his side and hugging her with both arms, resting his claws on her lower back, as she squashed herself against his chest and stomach. She was hot and squishy all over as well as being one sweaty mare – a sure sign she’d been thoroughly satiated.

Eventually she looked up at him, right at the same time he looked down at her. Their gazes smouldered as they met, pupils dilated. ‘I love you so much, Spikey. So much.’ Rarity intoned, with feeling.

‘I love you too, Rarity,’ replied Spike with similar solemnity, ‘So much it hurts me sometimes.’

Rarity smiled and kissed Spike’s neck. ‘Such a sweet ache, isn't it… I wouldn’t trade it for anything, darling…’

Spike smiled back and ruffled Rarity’s mane, which had unsurprisingly become fairly bedraggled throughout their sex session, having already started at a disadvantage. She sighed happily, certainly not minding.

They lay like that in the dark for a little while, each enjoying the warmth and sensation of their lover.

‘You know, Spike…’ said Rarity after a few minutes. She’d had something on her mind for a while, something that it never seemed quite the right time to bring up, something definitely related to the ultimate purpose of times like this, but that their cross-species relationship and, to an extent, their careers impeded, but that thought intruded upon her mind more and more as time went by and it was getting harder to squash… it wasn’t impossible with magical assistance, this thing she feared even naming, but maybe she needed to name… being Spikey’s willing receptacle at the end of a stressful day of being fabulous without either of them needing to worry about it was wonderful fun, truly it was, but…

‘Wut…’ Spike barely enunciated. She looked up at him again and his eyes were closed, and she thought better of waking her favourite, sleeping dragon. Nevermind, it wasn’t a good idea to bring up something of such gravity now – maybe another time. ‘Oh, nothing darling. Sleep tight, I love you lots…’

‘V’you too, Rare,’ Spike muttered, and just a few seconds later his grip on her relaxed as he fell asleep. Rarity felt a sweet swell in her chest and wiggled, burrowing deeper under his arms seeking maximum comfort, making sure her horn wasn’t pointed right at him this time before closing her eyes. A few minutes later and she was back sound asleep too, and she dreamed of a new dress design for next year's summer range – a delicate, sequinned turquoise top with skirt ruffles fading into lavender across the flank, transparent crystalline faux-scales on the back and a frilly white petticoat underneath. She got to work on it as soon as was feasible the following morning; somehow, it felt significant.

Author's Note

Hi I wrote Sparity smut

I've never written MLP fanfic before but I hope you enjoy this, if you're into this kind of thing. I'm also working on a different, longer, less pornographic post-series Sparity story but I'm not ready to upload any of it yet -- I wrote this in a few days while taking a break from that project for funsies. It might end up becoming part of that project if I keep at it for a while, we'll see about that! 😅