The room was burgundy with ornate white furniture, predominantly; what wasn't white had been constructed or veneered with dark oak. Largely it was home to a double guest bed for overnight visitors, alongside the bedside tables and chairs one would come to expect. Upon the red carpet there was an oval, lighter red shag rug, a touch of scarlet upon the room’s winish hue. A dressing table with a round mirror was situated across from the bed, under a narrow castle window that gave an eyeful of the full moon outside, its pale beams currently the room's only illumination.

It hadn't been used in a while, being in a remote part of Canterlot Castle as it was, and none of the castle attendants had seen to it for the past week so things were beginning to dust up, though its lack of inhabitants had even slowed that process. Cello and boombox beats could be heard faintly through the crack below the locked door to the hallway outside as the annual Grand Galloping Gala, which had been underway for the past few hours already, continued, with no intention of stopping for a few more.

Quiet at first but soon directly outside the room, two voices, one lilting and sophisticated, the other lively and deeply masculine, could be heard giggling together, and a reverberating thud against the wall immediately outside would have been heard by an observer, had they been inside the room, followed by another, itself followed up by indistinguishable muttering and sucking noises that continued for a short while. Those noises continued and seemed to become lower down until they hit the floor, and the muttering became heavy breathing, which eventually stopped following one moaned word. ‘Spike…’

Another smooching pause followed, followed by an imperative voice, clear as a bell over the kissing sounds it accompanied. ‘Ooh… oh Spike, for goodness’ sake! We can’t do it out here! Help me up so I can unlock the door, darling!’

The lower voice chuckled. ‘Sorry, Rarity. It’s just tough to keep my claws off of you… I think my impulse control’s had all it can take for the evening!’

After a quick pause, accompanied by more giggling, the door lock made a scrabbling sound for a moment. ‘Oh, I’m just a tiny bit tiddly,’ wailed the higher voice before squealing, ‘Spike, ahhhn… Spikey! Get out from under there and help me with the door!’

A few seconds more and the lock turned, and a dragon and a unicorn, well-dressed in their elegant party outfits despite their better efforts, burst into the room. Rarity, the unicorn and female of the pair, just about stayed vertical long enough to pull on the dangling lightswitch by the entrance before toppling over forward, imbalanced by the ravenous, broad-shouldered purple dragon with a half-lidded, dopey but scheming expression on his face gripping her waist and belly with both claws, his tongue sticking out of his lipstick-besmirched mouth ever-so-slightly.

The two of them clambered into the room fully, and Spike swung the door shut with one foot, almost slamming it. They lay on the floor for a few seconds as Spike continued the fondling that had commenced a little while before they’d made their way over the door’s threshold, one claw massaging her chest and stomach through her dress, the other grasping the front of her bare flank, his mouth smattering her neck and left shoulder with kisses. For her part, with a huge ear-to-ear grin on her face Rarity squirmed in his arms tittering uncontrollably, tipping her head back to facilitate the onslaught of smooches, the curve where her neck met the back of her jaw neatly nestling against Spike’s cheek.

‘Spike, Spike, let me up, would you?’ she requested as soon as the kisses slowed up. Spike obliged after a few more seconds, lifting off of Rarity, likewise lifting her upwards a little as he stood up. She bore most of her weight on her own hind legs and rose onto them, spinning around on one once at her full height and pinning Spike by both claws with her hooves against the closed door. Once he had yielded she moved in aggressively for one much bigger, deeper kiss than all his little tickly pecks combined, and they each took an erotic draught of one another. At her full height stood like this Rarity was still a little shorter than Spike – her eyes level with his mouth when he was at his – so he had to stoop a little for the duration while she stretched upwards on tiphooves.

Rarity’s front hooves let Spike’s claws go and she replaced them on his sides, and he wasted no time using them to locate then grip his wife’s sides, caressing her upper sides for a moment before sliding those claws downward to her hips, finding the approximate locations of her cutie marks beneath the upper hem of her dress ruffles and clasping them, squeezing her buttocks together. She squeaked into his tongue at the sensation and opened her eyes, detaching her mouth from her husband’s maw and looking up at him with a flushed face and dilated pupils as her own hooves found his back.

The dress Rarity had worn to the Gala was a full-body, blue-to-purple-fade dress, sleeveless with a neckline that plunged all the way down to her fuzzy lower chest, revealing a silver double necklace adorned with a single sapphire, accompanied by a collar that stuck out several inches at its apex. On its other side a series of pleated ruffles commencing on her lower back continued until they almost swept the floor, while its front opened up below the waist to reveal a golden satin underdress which was decorated with the signature burnished green-and-orange acorn-shaped sequins of the outfit’s designer, one Pistachio, the craftspony currently at the head of her Seaddle establishment.

She also wore a pair of shining ruby-red slippers on her back hooves that matched the glossy lipstick she’d also worn for the evening. On her head, the pièce-de-résistance – her mane, which she had styled in an ornate beehive, all curls and crimps held in place with several bejeweled hairpins, a lick of wavy hair sweeping down from each temple down to her cheeks, the left one mainly comprised of the tip of her grey streak, battle-damage she’d sustained some years before that she wore proudly.

Besides all that it was further enhanced by a blue fascinator pinned to the left side of her head with a black mesh, decorated with a white fuschia and two iridescent feathers – one a peacock’s, the other a raven’s. She’d lost track of how long it’d taken to get her manestyle just so, and while part of her had felt ever-so-slightly insecure regarding its resemblance to a magpie’s nest she was overall very pleased with the effect. Socialisation during the party so far seemed to bear that out, fortunately; she had received many compliments from those with a good head for such things, to her relief.

Spike wore a jacket. Specifically it was one of Rarity’s own designs, a suede waistcoat with a short hem, holes in the shoulders from which his wings protruded, and long arms of a royal purple hue not unlike the one she wore, with a darker rose pattern embossed on the shoulders and sleeves and a single pale, milk-pink six-pointed garnet pinned to the collar. He also wore a very light-silver shirt with a creamy bow tie that matched his lapel pin, and for this event in particular he’d also worn his royal advisor medallion; despite living away from Canterlot these days he was still Princess Twilight’s number one in times of crisis, and other times of lesser crises upon which she nonetheless wished for a second opinion. It rested quite comfortably on his wide chest, as did Rarity right now as she embraced him.

She raised one knee and leaned onto Spike further as she looked up at him, her blue eyes an ocean of deepest anticipation he could swear he could spiral-dive into as he returned her gaze. ‘Ooh, make love to me, darling, right now, right now! We mustn’t waste time, or they’ll notice we left!’ she sighed.

Spike said nothing, instead growling as his gaze intensified on Rarity’s warm, inviting chest. Between the giddy lust he was experiencing and the lashings of cider that had flowed during the Gala all evening he was feeling a little light-headed, but as he beheld his wife in a manner most physical he was sure vigour would prevail where a little wobble in technique failed. For a moment his claws searched her front to find a way underneath her layers, finding a way into that opening by her waist: he grabbed her underdress halfway down, rubbing his palm against her soft but toned lower tummy, just above her breasts, and a protracted gasp escaped her as he roughly jerked it upwards with one claw.

He slid downwards a bit between mare and wall and nuzzled her chest fur as his other claw cupped where her tail sprung forth through its fabric from the small of her back, holding the dock between his thumb and forefinger, caressing her backside with the rest. As he cradled her womb and squeezed lightly on her right breast like that for a few seconds she leaned into his chest and shoulder and her knee bent further, almost mounting his right leg as she closed her eyes and whined with yearning. Before long she slumped down a bit too, her hind legs failing to support her weight without Spike to lean into, as well as every bit below her diaphragm melting into thick, sweet honey at his touch.

She pulled him further down alongside herself, placing her hooves on his hips, just below the hem of his waistcoat. Spike's face still buried in her chest, she took to kissing his forehead and frills as he leaned into her, and she fell onto her back with a whoop and a sigh. Once prone, she grabbed the front of her underdress with both hooves, bared her stomach and parted her thighs wide. Spike pulled out from her chest fluff and looked down for a moment, then back into her open-mouthed, bright pink face and burning cerulean eyes. ‘Wow, you're really “raring” to go, aren't you?’ he joked, before lowering his voice and beaming. ‘I love you…’

Rarity didn't reply, but her heavy breathing and the way she reeled Spike in by pulling both hooves on his shoulders was eager confirmation that yes, she was very much ready. Spike responded first by half-laying atop her just so their stomachs pressed together, before raising his hips upwards as he pulled out his cock. With one claw he guided it for a moment, poking a teat cheekily before locating the thin but dripping slit between her legs, brushing its bulbous tip against her pussy lips and clitoris. Rarity winced and, biting her lip, put her head over Spike's left shoulder as he patted her labia with his other head, twice, before crying out as he penetrated her with just the tip.

‘Ooh! Aaah, Spike!’ she cried, her jaw slackening and her tongue gliding against the roof of her mouth as he continued – where his glans had slithered inside the rest of his veiny member soon followed, and with several small pushes her sticky vaginal walls were parted aside by his girth until he was in as far as he could get, his balls nestling almost tenderly by her taint and dock. It felt molten hot inside her, remarkable it felt that way to him given Spike's draconic heat resistance. He could feel her insides grip and throb around every inch of his steely erection, its engorged flesh fit to burst out of the skin it felt like, while the rest of her squirmed beneath him in what was plainly heightening ecstasy. It was heaven for her as much as for him for his dick to encroach so deep inside her, there was no room to doubt.

For a split-second he felt as though he should say something, a sexy compliment maybe given the burning intensity he was feeling, but he didn’t – right now there was work to be done, not that either of them were likely to last long here and now. He put four on the floor and began to pump into her, slowly to begin but deeper and more rapidly before long, the length of his penis taken in just enough that Spike could feel his urethra barely kiss against the door to Rarity's womb. As that happened she groaned and stretched, pulling him in tight as he fucked her harder and harder, crossing her ankles over the base of his tail as she panted and writhed and moaned his name into his ear frills. As Spike went in harder still, his hips colliding with hers and his belly squishing against her small, bouncy breasts over and over, he felt the softness of her coiffed tail slink and coil around his serpentine one, squeezing on it lovingly.

They copulated down on the carpet like vulgar animals for a minute or so, grunting and grinding and moaning, a far cry from the poise and elegance they had both personified during the party before they'd secretly retired to this room. While their top halves were still fully clothed, an observer would have had little left to the imagination as a fat, lumpen pink dragon dick repeatedly bored into then retracted out of a streaming, gaping unicorn pussy that just about accommodated its size, nevermind his pendulous green balls smacking against her frenulum with an increasingly wet slapping sound as more and more juice trickled down her hindquarters, dribbling down past Rarity's pretty pink anus, proudly on display and twitching visibly, rhythmically alongside Spike's thrusts. (Spike's own was just about concealed by his lowered tail, but it was spasming likewise as he expended the effort.)

As he neared his climax Spike reared from the missionary position they'd been ensconced in since beginning their act, and he moved his hands from Rarity's back to her haunches as he gripped her by her buttocks and tugged her upwards while the rest of her remained on the floor. His legs still half-bent he began to pound downward, greedily and deliberately piledriving his hot dragon meat directly down into Rarity’s upraised canal and outcurled labia that craved his cock more than ever, her fluids enough now that each push inside and out made an audible squelch. Her mane remained perfectly sculpted at the front, but the back was most likely getting badly rubbed onto the red rug that had become an impromptu pillow for her head as she wriggled and arched, making halting breathy moans and squeals that were becoming more protracted as she too approached the peak of her pleasure, having become from her neck up as pink as a certain mutual friend’s namesake and countenance. Her mouth was open wide enough that Spike could see her uvula wobble in the depths of her throat as he leaned over her and looked in her face, with narrowed eyes that threatened to roll back into his skull if he didn’t keep concentrating and an open jaw that his forked tongue dangled from by a few inches.

As he came, smoke and green embers escaped Spike’s mouth as he roared and pressed the full weight of his pubis right against Rarity’s clit, driving his cock right into her as if he meant to penetrate her cervix, gripping her hips tightly as he shoved it in as far as draconically possible, halfway getting his balls inside her, and unleashed his load. A bright blue aura manifesting around her horn she cried and panted and squirmed as sweat dripped off his brow onto her as his frantically throbbing dick squirted long and hard once, twice, thrice, more – several thick, fat waves of hot cum pumping out his prostate and testes right into her most intimate depths.

She took the first few gushes inside of her no problem, Spike’s sperm shooting into and crashing hard against the back wall of her uterus as if it sought to drown her ovaries, but after filling her to capacity over the course of a few shots the ejaculate sloppily erupted back out of her vagina with force, some spraying back onto Spike’s thundering balls and his inner thighs as the rest stained the carpet behind him pearly-white as some more, under less pressure, poured out and likewise painted her butthole and the base of her tail with more of the stuff. Magical embers glowed and popped on exit just for a moment then fizzled into nonexistence in the puddle.

After what felt a lot longer than it actually was Spike’s orgasm subsided. His knees buckled and he groaned as he withdrew his semen-drenched dick from his wife with a hearty “schlorp!” noise before he and his swaying, spent member dropped onto the floor fully, his head falling onto Rarity’s chest and one arm across her breasts, all rising and falling as the two of them gasped for breath. Spike’s thighs felt like they were on fire, and it wasn’t just the heat of the dragon semen that had spattered against them.

After she’d regained her composure Rarity put both hooves around Spike’s head and, cuddling it, kissed its crown. ‘Oh, darling… I love you, too, so much,’ she sighed, eyes closed and a drip of drool coming from one corner of her mouth, ‘I desire you so, I desire you like nothing else in the world…’

Spike looked up at her, noticing at some point during the act her fascinator had popped off, now lying at the foot of the bed. He blushed and an affectionate light glinted in his gleaming emerald eyes as he asked, ‘Aw, baby… how long were we, Rare? Is there a clock around?’

Rarity tipped her head back and stroked Spike’s head frills idly as she looked around the room, illuminated by the candelabras mounted over the bed, for the first time. She exhaled sweetly before saying, ‘Unsure, Spikey… oh, whose brilliant idea was burgundy and white? Ghastly, don’t you think?’ she paused for a second before registering, ‘Yet oddly appropriate, given how much alcohol we’ve imbibed lately… oh, there’s a bed in here. How about that, a bed in the bedroom. I was so preoccupied I honestly hadn’t noticed.’

Spike noticed a clock above the bed’s head. ‘Wait, I see one over the bed. By my estimate, that took under five minutes,’ he said, ‘Wanna get up yet?’

‘Now I’m just lying here, I suppose a hard floor’s not ideal for prolonged periods,’ said Rarity, ‘Oh, Spikey-Wikey… that truly was a magnificent display! I felt it, you know… all that boiling hot stuff sloshing into me, over and over…’ she purred and kissed him, on the snout this time before second-guessing herself and blithering, ‘Erm, eh, well, perhaps not literally boiling, thank goodness, I wouldn’t have liked that at all, but, ah, it was rather warm, you know…’

Spike rose to his feet and Rarity followed, turning over onto all four hooves – and it didn’t take long for what was left inside her to start to spill. ‘Huh, there was a lot. Don’t move, I’ll get some tissue out of the en suite,’ said Spike. He took his dick between his thumb and forefinger and swept upwards to wipe it, before taking his leave towards the other door in the room.

‘Quite right, Spikey-poo. I simply can’t go back to the party all, ah, like this!’ Rarity stood to attention and crossed her back legs to minimise the mess while she waited.

He didn’t take long – fifteen seconds later he returned with a full roll. ‘C’mon, let’s get you cleaned up,’ he noticed she’d started fiddling with her mane, conscious that the back had probably become mussed while they’d been lost inside one another, ‘Need a claw with your ’do while we’re at it?’

‘If you wouldn’t mind, dear,’ Rarity sighed, ‘It’s probably all still in place, but you know how it is…’ She turned her back to Spike to better allow him to attend to both extremes of her body, before stepping forward a hoofstep and leaning against the end of the bed, resting her belly slightly higher than simple standing would facilitate. A thin spool of semen oozed out of her onto the floor as she relaxed like that.

Spike attended to the flow, ripping a few sheets off his roll and folding it neatly before moving in close on his knees and delicately wiping the affected area – the thin fur on her pubis, the thicker blue-purple pubic hair around the red-purple labia, and the inflamed inner flesh from which the sperm still streamed all needed his attention to increasing degrees. It took a few rounds of paper to stop the leak, and it would definitely need more to clear the floor of the worst besides. Rarity couldn’t help blushing and giggling and biting her lip as Spike hummed tunelessly as he lovingly cleaned her up, sure the ticklish grooming sensation on her nether regions was deliberate on his part. Nothing about this was clinical, she knew it – heck, she half-expected him to mount her from behind. She wouldn’t protest if he did.

He didn’t, but he did lightly slap a claw against her left flank when he was done. ‘Well, that’s the best I can do without really going to town,’ he said matter-of-factly, looking down at the puddle at their feet, then glancing at the white spray they’d shot towards the door, ‘We can head back if you like, but we probably should give the floor a go-over before we leave. It would be, uh, impolite to leave it like this… Twilight sends cleaners round all the rooms the day after the Gala, and, well.’

Rarity turned her head to look at the dragon behind her with wide, loving eyes, ‘Don’t forget the mane, darling… oh, you know, I know I was fussing about time, but… I suppose there’s no real rush. We can clear up the worst in a couple of minutes, but…’

‘But? But but but?’ Spike asked with a smile and a childish affectation as she trailed off.

Rarity sighed as he stood and inspected her mane – as she’d said, it just needed a little TLC, nothing serious. ‘Oh, nevermind,’ she said as Spike stroked the stray bits back into array, giving her neck and ears a caress that made her shiver, ‘Ooh… I just wanted to stay with you like this a little longer, that’s all. It’s a little bad of me, given the circumstances.’

Spike chuckled. ‘Well, that makes two of us…’ he said, ‘Besides, I know you didn’t come.’

‘Wha– what? I, ah, what do you, how, I??’

Spike carefully leaned in as Rarity stammered, trying not to interfere with her mane as he did so, and gave her neck a lingering smooch. ‘I mean I didn't take you all the way, Rarity, it’s fine. I’m not a prideful dragon, I can tell even if you don’t say it outright…’ his voice lowered to a mischievous whisper into her ear, ‘If you had, you’d’ve been too preoccupied with that to feel me come inside you. I know.’

Rarity went rigid for a moment before accepting that Spike knew her that well. ‘Oh, yes, it’s true, you’re right, dear… I mean, it was hardly unenjoyable the way we went at it, and I did get awfully close as you fucked me hard!’

‘Honestly? I got greedy, and the way you wanted a quickie ASAP… well, I suppose I’m not, eheh, completely sober, and I’m sorry I guess?’

‘I suppose my insistence on rushing things may have been a tiny bit suboptimal, there’s no need to apologise, Spikey-Wikey. I was terribly horny and you provided ample relief…’ Rarity turned around so her rump pushed against the front of the bed, catching a look at her blushing self and Spike’s backside and tail bathed in moonlight in the mirror behind him. She smiled, inhaled through her teeth and murmured, ‘Ooh, but…’

‘But what?’ asked Spike, before realising what she was looking at and craning his neck behind him, ‘Ah. Butt.’

Rarity looked back up at him, her eyes half-lidded and her face flush. ‘Hehe… dragon butt, darling,’ she said dreamily, ‘And sexy, masculine wings, and a gorgeous, long tail, and a lovely jacket made by yours truly that fits perfectly on a broad, muscular back, and, and, mmm…’

Spike returned her smile and moved in for a kiss, and Rarity grabbed both sides of his jaw with her hooves as she closed her eyes and again pulled him in for a passionate one. Spike pressed the tip of his long, forked tongue against Rarity’s as they partook of a series of sloppy, drooly smooches, and Rarity scooted backwards onto the bed entirely as Spike pushed her on, both claws on her chest. He leaned over her on his knees and they kept doing that, hooves and claws grabbing one another wherever, each needing the other’s touch as if it were a drug.

Eventually Spike retracted his mouth, his tongue lingering in her mouth a second longer. ‘Rarity… hey, is it okay if I go down on you?’ He probably knew the answer, but a gentledragon had to be certain.

Rarity was breathing heavily again, and she raised a hoof to her mouth to wipe Spike's spit from her lips as she spoke. ‘Oh, Spikey-Wikey… I’d rather take cock over tongue, to tell the truth…’ she sighed.

A crocodile smile spread across Spike’s face as he looked down at her bare heaving chest and the clothed slender belly that followed its undulations more shallowly, making a decision. He severely doubted his ability to deliver in exactly the way Rarity desired so soon after nutting hard enough that in the heat of the moment he could’ve sworn his entire left leg had exited his body, but there was another way, one that wouldn’t recreate the mess he’d just cleared off of her. ‘I don’t think I can do that, really,’ he said as he rolled off her and half-lay, half-sat on the bed next to her, ‘And even if I could, I shouldn't – but I have an idea. Sit on my lap.’

Rarity squeaked, then did as he said. She plopped her rump on his stomach lightly, her hindquarters and the dock of her tail just above his balls, and his dick rested against the dimples at the small of her back. As she wriggled around a bit to make herself comfy she said, ‘Ooh, Spikey… you’re so warm…’ looking at him and giggling as he stabilised her by holding her by both front legs.

‘Oh, that’s a dragon’s heart for you,’ murmured Spike, ‘And likewise, my precious diamond… mmm…’ He nipped at Rarity’s right shoulder affectionately as she leaned back, slinging her head over his left shoulder, and whimpered.

Spike folded his wings around Rarity, forming a sex cocoon as he positioned his claws and tail – he put one claw down the front of her dress and plumbed past its waistband, firmly clasping one of her teats, while the other held her side to keep her steady. For her part, Rarity placed each of her front hooves firmly on the bed each side of Spike.

‘So what are you – ooh! Ooh!’ Rarity interrupted herself as the midsection of Spike’s tail slithered against her outer vagina and flicked, its soft underside rubbing against and a little way into it, ‘Ooh, oh, ohohoho, oh, Spike… wahaha!’ As she laughed and shuddered she arched her back, her shoulders rolling back against him as he caressed her slit over and over with decent enough accuracy, each one before long earning a gulp and a moan as the laughter faded. The claw down her dress likewise fondled and squeezed both her breasts together, his fingers tenderly kneading the mounds as the thumb softly flicked the surrounds of the left nipple for a while before remembering to switch to the other. Rarity’s tail found a resting place alongside Spike’s inner thigh, where it twitched and flicked as he got to work.

Spike leaned his temple against the length of Rarity’s sparkling horn, taking care not to rub against her mane too much as he continued – putty in his claws she may have been but she wouldn’t thank him for carelessness in that area, especially right now – and closed his eyes as he operated on sound and touch alone. He fumbled around her boobs for a little while, eventually resting his claw on their underside, caressing them while also keeping his thumb adjacent to her clitoris, while very nearby his tail continued to masturbate her.

At this point he had moved on from frotting it against her canal’s opening, having threaded the entirety of it through from the fat part at the base of his back all the way to the arrow-point on its tip, which was lightly patting and rubbing against the opening increasingly rapidly, slyly dipping in once in a while to scrape its most sensitive part. It wasn’t hard to register a successful slip, rewarded as it was with a breathing jag or a moan on Rarity’s behalf each time. As he kept going Rarity’s pussy became wetter and wetter and it made his tail slick, the tip coated in her juices.

As he felt the thicker-than-water concoction of her vaginal lubricant with a spot of his own cum in the mix trickle down his tail’s underside, he estimated Rarity was sufficiently aroused, so he slowed for a moment to gauge her response. By now she was getting sweaty and plainly losing control, her pink, slack face starkly contrasting how courtly she looked with her elaborate clothes and mane. ‘Don’t stop, precious,’ she breathed, ‘I… I daresay I’m getting there…’

Taking that as a go-ahead signal, Spike went in for the final attack. Bending forward a little, stuffing his other claw down her front to give both of her teats equal attention, he forced his tail further into Rarity’s pussy. Its point popped in surprisingly easily, deeper than he’d expected – Rarity gasped, flinched and stretched back, one soft ear pressed against Spike’s neck, groaning through gritted teeth as the tip penetrated her by several inches, and once his initial surprise was over he probed her depths a few further. He didn’t want to hurt Rarity with the point, so he stopped for a moment and asked, his eyes still closed, ‘How does it feel, Rare? All okay down there?’

She was abject, half-liquid and so warm atop him, and it took a few seconds for her to get together enough to respond coherently. ‘Hhhhih… oh, Spikey, oh… I’m fine, it feels a bit funny but it’s fine… don’t, don’t prod me in there but, I, don’t stop either…!’

Spike chuckled and wrapped both his arms around Rarity, nuzzling her straining neck, giving her teats another loving knead and further enshrouding the two of them with his wings, enough that she was concealed entirely from the waist upwards. Then he started to thrust the back quarter-length of his tail out and into her in earnest, contemplating what she’d just said – while his penis was hard with soft frills when erect his tail was opposite to that, he supposed, relatively soft on one side with more solid frills and tough scales on the other. It was a good thing the way he’d approached was maximal to stimulating her g-spot – those frills definitely did a good job scraping against that, Rarity’s response being as it was, what with all the moaning and grinding and gasping, and the twitching of her abdomen he could feel under his forearms.

And it was a response that came to its climax a little sooner than he had expected – after a short while more Rarity came with a series of higher and higher pitched wails punctuated with bronchial-sounding breaths, pushing herself into the cushion that was Spike’s entire body as her pussy wrenched on his tail hard, Spike feeling her every contour throb and grip on it as it twisted in a futile attempt to milk him of more semen. He squeezed on her tits firmly, his thumbs pressing on her clit on each side as that occasional twitch he’d been feeling inside her belly became a seismic pulsation surging right from her epicentre, as if all the stimulation down there was being dispersed throughout her body via her stomach while she quivered and quaked in his arms.

Rarity had at first thrown herself back into Spike but as her orgasm progressed she panted hard as she slumped forward, and Spike followed, accommodating her repositioning by raising from his laid-back position to a kneel. He shifted his claws upwards a bit to keep her pulled close to him and spread his wings outwards, a triumphant gesture he liked to indulge in at times like this. Her pussy slackened its grip around his tail a little and he was once again able to move it, so he thrust it into her marehood a few more times for good measure, making sure to give her upper walls one last go. Pussy juices streamed down Rarity’s hind legs and she panted, a satisfied, gaping smile on her red face as she buried it into the bedclothes and knelt with her backside flush with Spike’s stomach, flattened on her knees like a dog for a few seconds.

After that, Rarity’s breathing returned to normal and the show was over – Spike retracted his tail from her with a smacking noise as she regained her senses, although they stayed in that position for a moment. Spike gripped Rarity, one claw covering her right flank’s cutie mark and the palm of the other tracing the curved line of her back down to the dimples just above the dock of her tail. As he opened his eyes he appreciated how soft and warm she had gotten from his tail-fucking.

‘Ohh, you were right, Spikey… I really needed that,’ Rarity purred, rearing her head and stretching her back, ‘Sometimes one doesn’t realise how tense one was until the issue is addressed.’

Spike gave Rarity one last kiss on the back of her neck, and she sighed. ‘Hey, I know you worry about events like these, what can I say?’ he said, before straightening up.

Rarity sobered up in response. ‘I have been perfectly calm and collected this entire evening, before a certain, ah, bewitching dragon plied me with drinks then had his dreadfully naughty way with me,’ she said a little huffily, as she flipped over onto her bottom and slid off the bed. Spike sat over the side and looked at her with a smug smile on his face, and with a blush she conceded, ‘Although I must confess, I needed a little inner refreshment as time wore on, a function the cider only partially succeeded upon.’

She circled around a couple of times to check her outfit, which she found had inevitably become a little crumpled but not too much. ‘My mane? How’s my mane, darling,’ she half-asked.

Spike hopped off the bed and checked. ‘Nocreature will notice what we’ve been up to, babe,’ he assured her, grabbing the toilet roll that had fallen off the bed onto the carpet, ‘But we’d better wipe off again – my tail’s soaked and you definitely are too, down there. Not to mention the floor, still, somecreature’s gonna slip in that… man, I guess it’d been a few days, huh.’

As Spike talked Rarity faced him and motioned for him to bend down to her level, and as he did she straightened his bow tie and medallion which had both become crooked these past minutes, alongside his collar before kissing him on the chin. ‘There we go, my love. I suppose between your summit at Griffonstone and my business in Seaddle this past week, nevermind preparations for the Gala meant we were a bit pent up, weren’t we? Well, no matter, we’ve addressed the issue now. Now, pass me the roll. I can clean myself up this time, I think; then it’s back to the party with both of us.’

They got to work cleaning the room and themselves up, which took a moment. The floor was the worst of it and really needed a scrub they couldn’t take care of with tissue alone, but so long as it wasn’t pearly-clear what the substance was nopony was going to need to get up-close and personal with it – Spike knew the castle staff had shampoo-steamers for cleaning stains off the carpets.

Spike looked in the mirror and realised he had one more bit of clean-up to attend – the smattering of ruby-red lipstick kisses on his right cheek, jaw and neck had to go. As he made that happen he took this quiet moment to earwig upon the party's music, which had honestly vanished from his perception this past ten minutes or so (was it that long, or longer? He’d lost track after they’d done it on the floor), finding the dubstep beats from which they'd taken their leave had subsided, replaced with a low, romantic strings and piano refrain. ‘I think they’re slow-dancing down there. I’d love to join in, with you…’

As Spike spoke Rarity wiped the final juicy trickle off her belly and magically slam-dunked the crumpled tissue into the wastebasket by the mirror with the rest. She located her fascinator and spent a few seconds looking in the mirror, dusting it off and reaffixing it to her mane before responding with a sweet giggle and an adoring look towards her husband. ‘That sounds perfectly lovely… I wouldn't have it any other way, darling. If you’re ready to go, so am I.’

She raised a hoof to Spike, and he took it into both claws graciously. ‘After you, Mrs. The Dragon,’ he said, bowing his head. Rarity laughed, led him to the door and swung it open, and they both departed as suddenly as they had entered, although they did switch off the lights and the lock did click shut before they trotted back down the hallway to rejoin the party, leaving the room empty, if slightly soiled, once again.

If it had had feelings, the room would have felt rather used, not altogether unhappy about it after so long, though faintly insulted by Rarity’s critique of its decor and definitely in need of a more thorough cleansing. Instead it simply lay silent, bathed in the moonlight.

Early the following morning a young, moss-grey pegasus chambermaid did indeed attend to the room with the appropriate machinery. Partway through cleaning the room she caught a heady whiff from the basket where its previous night’s brief occupants had discarded the tissues used to clean their combined intimate fluids, and found the sex pheromones still streaming from them terribly arousing. With a beet-red face she locked the door and hazarded a surreptitious few minutes’ hoof-off on the bed, culminating in a hearty projectile squirt upon climax, the only one of her life. She wasn’t one to normally do such things, especially on the job, and she never spoke of it to anycreature.

Author's Note

I did it again! Wow! I made them have sex, again, what an accomplishment it is 🎆🎊🎆

I've decided to turn what was previously a one-and-done sex story into a depository for future tales of the same type. Hopefully it's not against site rules to leave this archive tagged as "complete", but since each chapter is a complete work and I'm not super-committed to these (of course the first one got 800+ views while my other, non-pornographic work languishes, but that's just life) I'm leaving it that way. Keep an eye on this if you're interested in more, I'll probably deliver sometime